Only a matter of moments
Going the wrong way
Around the sun
Would take me back
To before
Your identity.
One day I woke up,
And you were bleeding
other people.
In a million different colors,
And never ending faces.
I woke up,
And you were no longer small.
You were something that
Could put planets on a leash,
And puzzle piece together
Entire new people
In your mind.
But little brother,
I still treasure
Your simple inexperienced lines
From long ago.
The crooked hand,
And the claw like
Umbrella
Seeming to crash down
On a raincoat figure.
I spilled water on the sheet of copier paper
You printed your masterpiece
Out on for me,
Smudged the rainbows,
Bled yellow into the raindrops.
But I love it.
This beautiful imperfect
Reminder
That you were once
A child.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC
Only a matter of moments
Going the wrong way
Around the sun
Would take me back
To before
Your identity.
One day I woke up,
And you were bleeding
other people.
In a million different colors,
And never ending faces.
I woke up,
And you were no longer small.
You were something that
Could put planets on a leash,
And puzzle piece together
Entire new people
In your mind.
But little brother,
I still treasure
Your simple inexperienced lines
From long ago.
The crooked hand,
And the claw like
Umbrella
Seeming to crash down
On a raincoat figure.
I spilled water on the sheet of copier paper
You printed your masterpiece
Out on for me,
Smudged the rainbows,
Bled yellow into the raindrops.
But I love it.
This beautiful imperfect
Reminder
That you were once
A child.
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