My poor brother is not doing to well
...and he is ******* as a martyr
He fears the inevitable end and the loose ends of his life...
yet I have vowed, I will sew all the threads for him
I stopped on a mark
as my brother is out of the ballpark
no cheering for my most endearing
I will be shattered when we part
My poor Peter
my kin and loved
if you die
let me send you above
My brother, you will never know
Peter you will not know
God, how I love you so
and I stop.... STOP, no flicker of finger
I stop my writes for you
and be commanded to do
my brother Peter
whatever you wanted me to
Just don't blow me out of the water
don't tell me I would not care
for where you are treading
I have been there EMC2
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
My poor brother is not doing to well
...and he is ******* as a martyr
He fears the inevitable end and the loose ends of his life...
yet I have vowed, I will sew all the threads for him
I stopped on a mark
as my brother is out of the ballpark
no cheering for my most endearing
I will be shattered when we part
My poor Peter
my kin and loved
if you die
let me send you above
My brother, you will never know
Peter you will not know
God, how I love you so
and I stop.... STOP, no flicker of finger
I stop my writes for you
and be commanded to do
my brother Peter
whatever you wanted me to
Just don't blow me out of the water
don't tell me I would not care
for where you are treading
I have been there EMC2
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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