Sometimes I remember
still,
His big blue eyes
the tick of his hands
letting the air fill
With soft anoyance
of,
The times he wouldn't stop
always remember now that
he's gone, away from here
His soft smile, the sudden
hit,
To never understand
the soft thumps at night
of every single hit
Sometimes I remember
still,
HIs big blue eyes
Tapping his fingers and
letting the air fill
I never really could comprehend
that,
small head of his, he
used to bang his head on metal
but we never stopped to love
just him
*sorry, onder andere nick, ik ben dus sweet*tje
heb dit gedicht geschreven omdat ik zat te denken over mn (pleeg) broertje... die nu ergens in nederland zit...
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