Saturday, September 2, 2017

Confusion of Trust (Poem)

Brother, don't follow me,
Please don't come with me
I may even be walking with my enemies.
Go away, to home,
to father, to mother, to sister, to gramps.
Don't tell me to stay, I really need to go.
n don't come, don't look into my problems; look at your own; and tell me if they're big.

Brother, don't call me out aloud, they might notice you,
how much you grew, n what you threw.
so now, let's just split apart, we'll be fine,
we have the Heart, we still have Love,
take pride even being apart,
we still have Hope n we still have good inside...
Even time bends, one day I'll take you with me,
when I'm really with my friends!

-Sachét

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