Miss you

by Tear*Stained*Face   May 23, 2005


This poem is to my older brother....

You're the oldest of three,
Now it's your time to leave.
You were my help when I was being picked on.
You were my sorrow when I was sad.
We had those times when we always fought and bickered,
but you were always there when I needed you the most.
We had many troubles that we faced together.
Now your off to start your new life.
We always weren't that close but we started to be,
You're my best friend.
I love you so much and I'm going to miss you when your gone.

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