2000
PAINTING THE ROSES BLACK. YOU'RE GONE AND NOT COMING BACK. I KNOW YOU WERE TIRED, WE KEPT EACH OTHER INSPIRED, AND WISH I COULD JUST ROLL TIME BACK. BETWEEN THE TWO OF US, YOU WERE ALWAYS THE NICER SISTER. SO WHEN I'M FEELING MEAN, I'LL LISTEN FOR YOUR WHISPER. GIVING ME THAT VOICE OF REASON, WHEN I'M VERY MATTER-OF-FACT. YOU WEREN'T A FAN OF COLORS, SO I'M PAINTING THE ROSES BLACK. I TALKED TO YOU THAT DAY, OUR WAS FACE TIME SO CLEAR, PLANNING YOUR RELOCATION, SO YOU COULD BE MORE NEAR. AND WHEN I GOT THE CALL, I ALREADY KNEW.... BECAUSE A PART OF ME HAD DIED, RIGHT ALONG WITH YOU. I CALLED YOU MY LITTLE PIT, BECAUSE YOU WERE ALWAYS BIG DAWG. AND NOW YOU ARE OUR ANGEL, HELPING US SEE THROUGH THE FOG. I LOVE YOU ISN'T DEEP ENOUGH, BUT I KNOW YOU FEEL WHAT I CANNOT SAY. WE EVEN STUDIED EACH OTHER'S ZODIACS FOR YOU I'LL KEEP A BOUQUET. I HOPE YOU'LL KEEP ME BALANCED, WHENEVER I FALL OFF TRACK. AND KNOW THAT I AM MISSING YOU, WHEN I PAINT THE ROSES BLACK.
LOVE BIG SIS NYCEWITIT
