i used to call you a bull because of how stubborn you were, but i don't know if anyone ever told you it was a trait we admired you for. you were kindhearted, someone with flower petals coating your beating heart. you were a rock - strong, steadfast, determined to persevere. even in your last few days, you always chose to live.
i'm sorry. i'm sorry for the times where you asked me and I couldn't be enough. i'm sorry that we never saw each other face to face.
wherever you are, i hope you're in a place where you can still see the stars at night.
i'm sorry this world wasn't good enough to do you justice.
- a eulogy to my brother
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This Is Where You Learn to Move On
ПоэзияThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
