He stole my hear
the day he was born;
he steals the sheets
from me
every other night.
I love him though
hes a theif.
Every night he drinks
way too much
strawberry milk for a boy
and when
the pink lemonade is mixed
in the summer
he downs that too.
I love him though
he's a drunk.
After even a crazy day
he laughs and smiles
and pays games
with me
and the grin in his eyes
never fades.
I love him though
he's gay.
the theif,
the drunk,
the lovely gay boy,
I love him,
my brother.
