Wendilicious
Moi
Teach. Sing. Write. Fly. Dive. Rave.
I'm not the girl your mom warned you about, her imagination was never this good.
Work for pasta and ice cream and also makes pasta and ice cream work for me.
Ecoutez
More of me
11/8/17, 2:35 PM
I sing you an ode of love
Dearest Wendelynmy dearest sister. Happy birthday. You are 15.. it took me awhile to pen these down.
I have so much to tell you. I will keep it short.
You are my numbing pill. When I think about you, I feel proud of myself.
You are my pride.
I have an excruciating burst of love, for you. It over-spills each time I bring up your name to the people around me. I worry for you. I care for you, and above all, I know I will always be here for you.
I'm not afraid of you growing up. You are mature and sensible. You have the gift of thought. It is special, and I wish you will always use it for good. You have the wits, to entertain everyone, and often so, yourself. This part you don't know yet, but you have and always will be beautiful to me.
I love you so so much and I feel so blessed to have such an amazing sister. One who sees the best in me, when I'm completely blinded by the fog of insults from the world. You bring out the beauty in me. When I am afraid, I look to you and I want to appear strong for you. I then, melt into a weldable metal and shield myself from the every day pain. I numb myself so I can feel what you feel.
I love you so so much and I am everything I am because you love me, and because you love me, I can love me. I am absolutely in need of you.
I will protect you if it means I have to be stronger,
I will silence my bursting thoughts, if it means you live through another year of smiles.
So, please know that you are irreplaceable, special, and unimaginably amazing to me.
To our endless love,
Your sister.