Mistaken for brothers, and maybe that's true
Before our departure, I’ve some things to say:
Don't die with your music still inside you.
From boys to men, together we grew,
Nostalgic memories of how we’d play.
Mistaken for brothers, and maybe that's true.
Twenty-five years, each version brand new.
I’m proud of how you’ve carved your way.
Don't die with your music still inside you.
You stayed close when I switched my crew,
Loving a man we once called gay.
Mistaken for brothers, and maybe that's true.
For you, there's nothing I wouldn’t do.
We’re growing older, slowly turning grey.
Don't die with your music still inside you.
I’ll always be there, even without a clue.
Live your life fully, don’t let it decay.
Mistaken for brothers, and maybe that's true.
Don't die with your music still inside you.
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 9:49 AM UTC
Mistaken for brothers, and maybe that's true
Before our departure, I’ve some things to say:
Don't die with your music still inside you.
From boys to men, together we grew,
Nostalgic memories of how we’d play.
Mistaken for brothers, and maybe that's true.
Twenty-five years, each version brand new.
I’m proud of how you’ve carved your way.
Don't die with your music still inside you.
You stayed close when I switched my crew,
Loving a man we once called gay.
Mistaken for brothers, and maybe that's true.
For you, there's nothing I wouldn’t do.
We’re growing older, slowly turning grey.
Don't die with your music still inside you.
I’ll always be there, even without a clue.
Live your life fully, don’t let it decay.
Mistaken for brothers, and maybe that's true.
Don't die with your music still inside you.
As I'm leaving, I tried writing a villanelle for my best friend.
Your feedback is appreciated, Villanelle was a very challenging form!