Mom told me about the abortion,
Well, it's good that you're home again, little angel.


     -yours
                          A lonely brother

"If you ever fall in love with someone,
Who is not me,
Make sure she's not a writer."
She requested.

"But why?"
he questioned, puzzled.

"Because I don't want her to steal the only place where you belong to me forever."
She replied with teary eyes.

You call them poems,
I call them hope.

The difference between a writer and a reader is that,
A writer plays with words,
And,
Words play with a reader.

Meeting you was an accident,
And
You are the scar
I never want to heal from.

Her love was like the moonlight,
Somedays too much love,
And
Somedays no love.

Commas are what I fear the most,
They change
I love you
To
I hate this feeling.