sisters three

it's one, two, three, and four
bodies all in a line
unbeknownst any more
which limbs are yours or mine

our tears blend like pigments
the laughter mixes too
our fears become figments
while each plan becomes true

our hair a fair spectrum
backgrounds just as diverse
our friendship's a poem
and we each write a verse

we're one, two, three and four
you mean the world to me
my home needs nothing more
than these, my sisters three

Thanks, you guys, for holding my hand as I fell asleep. I love you.