Brightness comes to me,
Chasing the endless summer,
I am free to roam.

We fought each other,
Yet we fought together.
We are brothers,
That is our right.
To hug or to fight,
Either one still feels right.
He is my brother,
Can't you see.
The right to hit him,
I reserve for me.
So,
Yes we do disagree,
We come to blows,
Him and me,
Yes we fight each other.
But,
Mess with one,
And we fight together.
                                   Coleman

you fell in love with my poetry
not me

if i got everything i ever needed,
then i wouldn't be here with you