My brother is like a fly
He doesn't go away even when I swat him
And he is constantly buzzing around
Keeps getting all up in my face to block my sight
And he is extremely annoying
But I still keep him around (not like I have a choice)
Because I'm both too lazy and too attached to get rid of him
A/N Small poem I came up with when describing my brother to my friend while texting her. She said it sounded like a poem and I said I needed to publish it so voila
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
