When I first opened my eyes, you were there.
With your long black curls and black eyes to match, all I could do is stare.
When I played with you, my world lit up.
Whenever you congratulate me, my heart is a-flare.
I think you and I are bound by blood.
Siblings not by choice, but by the man above.
Playing, laughing, nothing matters when it's with you.
At times I don't like you, other times I love you.
We talk and sometimes we argue.
You don't need me for a lot of things, but I am here if you need me.
YOU ARE READING
Life
PoetryJust poems on what happens in my personal life and random things. Interpreting is up to you.
