Pure are tears,

As once was me,

But regrets fill my heart, and the same it won’t be.

My thoughts are regrets,

My laughter misleads,

The pain in my heart is the despair that he seeks.

The thing about brothers that I have come to see,

Is that loving just one can just never be.


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