Sometimes I catch myself looking at the sky Wishing I can see your eyes I know they are probably low Man, I miss my big bro They say god doesn’t make mistakes But I thought there was no such thing as being perfect Who says God is perfect? He really took my bro, that shit got to be incorrect Lately I been having so many fucking regrets Feeling like I could have done more But I know bro will tell me I’m tripping, but am I really sure We were in the same boat Smoking just to stay a float Dealing with some of the same shit Maybe if I helped Maybe if I Maybe if I did this or that you wouldn’t be gone All these what ifs won’t change anything now
Author, Blogger, and Poet from Landover, Maryland. Looking to make my childhood dreams my reality. I’ll be sharing my random thoughts, speeches, storytimes, stories, and plenty of Poetry.
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