Dear Brother,
I'm sorry for not being able to handle it. I'm sorry for not facing you when I had the chance. Believe me, I tried. I tried so hard I almost threw a fit.
You didn't want to try. Afraid of what would happen if we spoke. I honestly don't blame you. But how do I face you without wanting to cry?
You are so much older now. Twenty One and in a band. Wish I was there to watch you. As you taught me the importance of knowing how.
I guess it doesn't matter. We may be older after all. But no matter how hard I will try. I just wanted to say, I couldn't do a thing to change the latter.
I wish It had been different. And even though you couldn't stay. And I couldn't do a thing. I think you're the best and if we tried, I'm sure it would have been worth it.
So last poem guys! I think I've tortured you enough! Any other poetry I may want to put up will be put up seperately. This is the end of Written on Paper. Thanks for reading all of it. It's important to me that you did!
Bye!
