dear little sister

I wrote letters, poems, I dreamed of you, my dear.
Cause I miss you lovely sister, right now, right here.
And our room seems empty without you,
I feel lost in this room without you.

For a moment I can´t breathe.

No, just your voice is missing.
And sometimes I feel like you´re coming back,just went out for a walk,
a cigarette, meeting a friend,
when I need you here to talk.

Then I say to myself "you´re so dramatic!"
I know you are alive....
you have a good live, you are happy. Italy is wunderul.
....but you aren´t by my side.

I can´t hear you breathing
next to me
while you are sleeping.

This room is mine now as I always wanted.
I can´t go insane anymore because you wear my best shoes.
No.
I have two wardrobes now, there´s noone using my make-up.
I can´t call you for coffee, there is noone to dance with.
"I´m so excited" doesn´t make me dance since you are gone.
No.

I can just call , yes just call to hear your voice now.
To hear your lovely, missing voice.

No love compares to this, my lovely sister.
My friend, my missing friend.