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They say blood is thicker than water And Friendships never last Yet I see flaws in their words Cracks in their statements As I gaze upon mine. Is it possible for a mother to not cherish her son? Is it possible for siblings to exploit and milk one another Of their riches and simultaneously not care for their hearts? *Is it possible for children who grew up together to cast away Their eyes when their brother is bleeding broken on the floor?* Behind their embracive hugs and smothering kisses To us, their brothers dearest They spy in our eyes and our fathers smiles Such riches that will carry them to their swollen graves Alas however friends though not related turn out to be The second family you are granted by choice Your staunchest supporters; your gentle confidants Will be the friends that stick by you no matter what Isn't it surreal that friends would drop everything to come to your aid? Isn't it surreal that friends will degrade themselves to console you? *Isn't it surreal for a best friend to know you fully and understand you Completely more than family and then accept you with your flaws?* Family is stuck with you; no choice given-tough luck! Yet friends choose YOU; your Knights in shining armour
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
Blood creates a mess harder to clean than water
They say blood is thicker than water And Friendships never last Yet I see flaws in their words Cracks in their statements As I gaze upon mine. Is it possible for a mother to not cherish her son? Is it possible for siblings to exploit and milk one another Of their riches and simultaneously not care for their hearts? *Is it possible for children who grew up together to cast away Their eyes when their brother is bleeding broken on the floor?* Behind their embracive hugs and smothering kisses To us, their brothers dearest They spy in our eyes and our fathers smiles Such riches that will carry them to their swollen graves Alas however friends though not related turn out to be The second family you are granted by choice Your staunchest supporters; your gentle confidants Will be the friends that stick by you no matter what Isn't it surreal that friends would drop everything to come to your aid? Isn't it surreal that friends will degrade themselves to console you? *Isn't it surreal for a best friend to know you fully and understand you Completely more than family and then accept you with your flaws?* Family is stuck with you; no choice given-tough luck! Yet friends choose YOU; your Knights in shining armour
Spilling out my frustration with words and rhythm
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
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