Brother

I love you...with your cheap cigarettes in your pocket, and your drunk breath. I love you...with your bloodshot eyes, and urge to make some bleed. I miss you...with that pencil behind your ear, and smirk on your face. I miss you...with your head in the clouds, you here in this place. For years I thought I missed you, but now I know. You changed more than ever. Just like everyone I know.

Reviews

[The Girl with the smile]

Great poem! The descriptions are well written!

[Yellow Butterfly]

No matter how much someone changes... they are still loved!

You've shown great emotion in this poem

[Me]

very beautiful poem