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What I Carry (LeSana Ross)What I carry is mine But it could also be yours, She says at first exited But not for long In a way we share what's in this bag My bag of secrets.I never show what’s in my bag She tells him. His cinnamon eyes glimmer But his fangs shine brighter Her cinnamon eyes mirror hisHer fearful smile too What is it? Not to rush, But my mom and dad are waiting. She says, I’m sorry,But it's not what you thinkHer eyes no longer glimmer from excitement But glimmer from fearful tears.I’m your sister and we don’t have the same mother.He isn’t your real father.
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ReplyDeleteWhat I carry is mine
But it could also be yours,
She says at first exited
But not for long
In a way we share what's in this bag
My bag of secrets.
I never show what’s in my bag
She tells him.
His cinnamon eyes glimmer
But his fangs shine brighter
Her cinnamon eyes mirror his
Her fearful smile too
What is it? Not to rush,
But my mom and dad are waiting.
She says, I’m sorry,
But it's not what you think
Her eyes no longer glimmer from excitement
But glimmer from fearful tears.
I’m your sister and we don’t have the same mother.
He isn’t your real father.