Two brothers from two different worlds, have seen the tears from their fathers eyes. They have seen each other cry. Sat in silence while the other clung to life from a broken heart. They've walked through picture rest adventures on their own. They both seen death...just feet away. They've both lost something they could never get back. They've both also fought, walked and dragged their way back home.
They are the 12 and 6 in brotherhood.
They know the others heart and what can break it.
Leader and stubborn apprentice these two brothers will keep the other safe, in good line, and strong.
These two Brothers, these two boys...hold the title. Brothers. In dirt, in ocean. In Denver, in Richmond. The road trips that they have to wonder. There is no quitting in their code of brotherhood. They are family. Brothers who fight for family.
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Author:
Hidden Poet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2017 00:57
- Comment from author about the poem: Guys, if you have a friend who is like a brother to you, take care of them, let them trust in someone.
- Category: Family
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Comments1
Two sides of the same coin perhaps?
Very good. It is. Thank you for commenting mugsdaddy
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