Tuesday, December 3, 2013



My little brother

My little brother
You mean a lot to me
Right after my mother
Your existence is like a piece of art
With a swift of paintbrush
You create a line of heart
I can tell when you’re angry
And when your frown is upside down
You seem to get a lot cranky
When all that surrounds you
Is hopeless and sorrow
I can tell when you’re trying
To swallow your faults and fears
But in the outside know that you’re shining
I can see when you start to fade away
And everything looks so gray
Hold on don’t worry
You’re strong as a tide
And unique as glory
Without you I’m useless
You make my life fun
Like a jeopardy game when I’m quite clueless
While we play outside near the bright sun

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