remember those times of,
"she hit me" or "he took this."
it was a brother and a sister love
a bond that forever will exsist...
Playing in the dirt with cars
then when we got older going cruising-
driving so very far
untill the way was confusing...
him always being there for me
when the world got too tough
he was a best-friend guaranteed
when the road became too rough...
I remember just hanging out,
listening to music, talking about nothing
it never mattered what we did or talked about
we always found something...
up until the day he died
he was there for me till the end
always by my side
my oak that would never bend
more then my little brother, alongside,
till the end, always a friend
he never waivered when I cried
My little brother, my best-friend.
By Poet Girl
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My best-friend
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So much is conveyed here... the sibling love that exists despite childhood disputes. The bond that grows as you mature, and the love which does not to be qualified or quantified. I'm sorry for your loss, somewhere, he is reading this, every day.
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Hi, Guttermouth
"Somewhere he is reading this, evryday," brought my tears out again. I never thought about that. I hope he is. I go see him everyday where he now lays. I miss him.
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aww this is saad
im so sorry for your loss
xxx
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