My brother, My reality.

Roses are red.

The violets are blue.

My brother is dead.

Boo hoo hoo.

And my mommy misses him to.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I do not actually have a brother. This poem is about one of my closest friends. He lived with us for about a year and I loved him like a brother. He was in the army and then he came back and died in a car crash about 3 years ago now. I miss him alot, but the pain is eased now. I still miss him. His name was shawn and I will always remember him as my crazy as a bat brother.

Reviews

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. sorry for your loss ... but it's nice to know you cherish his craziness ... i lost a friend who was great fun ... and i try to remember him in those moments ... he too passed away in a car crash ...

[Solitary Dreamer]

Awww I'm sorry but why didn't you tell me about this??