You can be the devils spawn,
Yet I love you.
You kick and pull at me and my hair,
Yet I still care for you.
You yell and scream,
You can be very mean,
Yet, I still call you my brother.
Many years, something months, and something days ago I was born.
You said that I was so tiny,
You said you love me,
That I was the cutest baby in the world.
You take care of me,
Call all of my bullies mean,
Make me laugh with your slightly offensive comments,
You mean well,
It can be hard to tell,
but underneath it all I know you love me.
Thank you, to the best brother in my world, A.
*A/N: So this is for my bro. I just want to say how much I appreciate him and as I write this he just said to meh "get your feet on the chair you dirty (bad word)." Ah the love. :'D
And FYI: It was wench.*
[10/01/14] Nevermind, I hate the bastard.
[06/16/15] Well, I guess he's not too bad. Big bro is cool again.
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Just Jenny
PoetryJust a glimpse into my mind. Or if you want a better synopsis, read below. I like to type out my feelings into poems with no actual structure. I hope to make you laugh sometime and even cry because I just do. Warning: these come from angsty teenag...
