My Stranger Is My Brother

So, I was sitting and watching some T.V. and what comes on but the most perfect inspiration. To have my creativity driven by simple every day things. (None of this is true)

He lives in my house, this stranger

I can't remember when it happened, or why I couldn't help it

But I think I fell for this stranger, this boy who sleeps across the hall

He sits at the table with me every night, and he picks on me like he used to

You see, not long ago I got a new mother

Along with that mother was supposed to be a brother, but all I see is this stranger

He is as old as me, but he's different, as you'll see, than a brother

I feel no need to torment him, he's more like a kid from school

You don't find us arguing, in fact we sit and talk and spend time together

Here is when things started to change, but as slowly as time seems to go

My stranger grew up, and along with him so did I

But when my stranger grew up, he transformed in my eyes

He went from the boy I lived with, to this stranger that lives in my house

This stranger who is too often gone, and leaves me without my heart

For he has taken my heart, stolen it right out of my chest

And I can't tell anyone, because I'm not supposed to give this stranger my heart

Not this stranger, who lives in my house

So as long as I live I will keep this secret, and I'll pretend that my stranger is my brother

But the real tragedy here, is that I can love a stranger

I cannot love my brother, not how I love my stranger

Reviews

[Neronine]

Wow, that was I don't know. I read it and not a lot of people writings I like to be honest. That was good. A lot of emotion. A brilliant slightly odd but brilliant piece. I had to read it a couple of times actually. From lines 14 to 20 is what caught me because I was like "Woah, I didn't see that coming." I like surprises. Keeps this interesting.