It's 10:46 and I'm 18 years old.
My brother has a good job
and a wife
and a baby.
I'm 18 years old
and maybe it's the Arizona air
but I'm crying
because my brother has a good job
and a wife
and a baby.
Don't get me wrong, I like all three of them
but I also liked when my brother made pizza
and had a guitar
and brought his friends home.
I'm 18 years old
and I'm going to start playing the piano again.
And maybe it's the Arizona air
but the poetry is suddenly coming again.
Maybe I accidentally blocked it away
cause it's spilling out every pore
but I think that's okay.
I'm 18 years old
and I'm still crying
because my brother has a good job
and a wife
and a baby.
(Please don't get me wrong I really love my niece and my sister in law and this isn't part of the poem and I kinda feel new to this again,k? Not that anyone is going to see this because I'm 18 and don't go to high school anymore. Did I mention I'm 18 now? I think 16 was better on me.)
