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england    I have a love for the smaller things in live, words are so fine and soft, you cannot not appreciate and drown in their meaning.

Poems

Angel Carstairs Nov 2018
we are brothers ...
we are brothers to the last fight
we are brothers to the last enemy
we are brothers to the last angel
we are brothers to the last hour
we are brothers to the last tear
we are brothers to the last bullet
we are brothers to the last fear
we are brothers to the last breath
we are brothers to the last demon
we are brothers to the last hope
we are brothers to the last ‘ goodbye ’
we are brothers to the last ‘ stay with me ’
we are brothers to the last broken bone
we are brothers to the last slashed tire
we are brothers to the last ‘ i wont leave you alone ‘  
we are brothers to the last shattered bottle that lay by you on the ground
we are brother to last possible moment together
and the last drop of blood on the ground
we’ve been through hell and back
even to heaven once or twice
our hands have been blue,black and bound  
and we’ve been chased by all the hell hounds
we are brothers that’s for sure our love has come before all
and when you die and death takes your final breath
i will stand by your grave one tear slipping down my face
and i will softly say ‘ you were the best brother i ever had and a even better dad’

~ sam winchester