lawlbud
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I walk a thousand miles a day just to find myself again.
My time has always been stained to make my invidious memory's run over and over again.
Wearing these crowns of thorns, a divine feeling I once felt when my brother was always smiling at me.
I put one knee down and glance at this beautiful rock with tearful carvings.
The cold sensation I feel on my hand when I touch this tomb, reminds me of that needle piercing snow my brother once threw at me.
It's still a little hard to say, whats going on with this shadow that follows me all the way.
My happiness falls deep down into this poem, while I step closer everyday to my bro.
Tears roll down my eyes, knowing I couldn't be there to stand up like a Guardian Angel or as your loving Brother.
The promise I made Brother, will always be kept, the needles will not be piercing my cold voided soul.
Laying down in this isolated place I once hated, the cold bars, the bared window, will always make me hate myself for missing out on you.
Please don't worry I am doing fine, I just wish I could have a last meet.
Every time I hit the bottom of the bottle, I see your smiles in your frowns.
I can keep writing and writing this poem over again, but my demons will always get me.
Sitting on my porch, my packs fly by so fast like when me and you ran from the police when we were younger.
My soul will always be in this beautiful blackbox confined, I'll be coming to see you soon bro.
The love for you I have will always have a tight grip in my hands.
I love you brother, and you will always be remembered as my Best friend.
By Lawlbud
My time has always been stained to make my invidious memory's run over and over again.
Wearing these crowns of thorns, a divine feeling I once felt when my brother was always smiling at me.
I put one knee down and glance at this beautiful rock with tearful carvings.
The cold sensation I feel on my hand when I touch this tomb, reminds me of that needle piercing snow my brother once threw at me.
It's still a little hard to say, whats going on with this shadow that follows me all the way.
My happiness falls deep down into this poem, while I step closer everyday to my bro.
Tears roll down my eyes, knowing I couldn't be there to stand up like a Guardian Angel or as your loving Brother.
The promise I made Brother, will always be kept, the needles will not be piercing my cold voided soul.
Laying down in this isolated place I once hated, the cold bars, the bared window, will always make me hate myself for missing out on you.
Please don't worry I am doing fine, I just wish I could have a last meet.
Every time I hit the bottom of the bottle, I see your smiles in your frowns.
I can keep writing and writing this poem over again, but my demons will always get me.
Sitting on my porch, my packs fly by so fast like when me and you ran from the police when we were younger.
My soul will always be in this beautiful blackbox confined, I'll be coming to see you soon bro.
The love for you I have will always have a tight grip in my hands.
I love you brother, and you will always be remembered as my Best friend.
By Lawlbud
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