When you google 'What is family'
You get the following description:
"a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household."

But is it really?
Can you really be family if you never talk,
even when living under the same roof?

Can you really not be family,
when you talk 24/7 and help each other with everything,
but you're not living under the same roof,
so you're really not family.

Crap
It’s cold

The end

So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough

So many unsaid words
hang in the silence
between us

She says she's not a poet,
but she puts all her emotions
into her poems.

She says she's not a true poet,
but everytime I read one of her poems,
I feel the emotions that she put behind it.

She writes what she feels,
and that make her a true, real, unadulterated,
poet.

I feel happy...

Right now, It's because I can talk to him
freely