It's the way you held my hand, my midsection. You whispered a thousand lairs tails into my hair. You like to say I'm hard like the good way, you're just easy like the bad way. You don't realize the only thing better than my love for you is my love for me. I know you don't care but if you could kiss my brow tomorrow then I might be able to love you today. You're too cute and cool and a narcissistic, self-centered ----------------- Hey, say you love me one more time. You go on forgetting my name and I'll go one writing
hearts around mine
with yours.
The "brother" poem to See Her Go.