That's my whole life.
I've known him my whole life,
Since his birth,
A month after mine.
He is like a brother to me,
But more like a best friend,
We meet halfway between
Telling each other everything,
And teasing each other endlessly.
He keeps giving me advices,
Doesn't matter if he's bad with that,
At least, he is here to do so,
And he will always be here,
Because blood is stronger than all our fights.
YOU ARE READING
My loved ones; a journey.
Poetry“Perhaps one did not want to be loved, as much as to be understood” George Orwell.
