Dark hair,
a crooked smile.
Eyes green and deep,
My favorite book
forever he keeps.
Always been there
No matter what I do
I can never hate him
No matter how much I want to.
I slight accent
always making me laugh
Always protective of me
His little actress
Is what he sees.
Even on
The other side of the world
we talk and laugh
about lessons learned.
Everything I know
has been taught by him
How to live, How to laugh
How to win
But the best thing I get
Just his voice is enough
To hear and feel
That brotherly love.
YOU ARE READING
Wilted Love
PoetryThis is a set of poems of thoughts I've had, I hope other people can relate to them please vote and comment! <3
