(Uhh-Ron) Arron, My brother...

Tue, 07/22/2014 - 16:33 -- tbelton

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My angel, my protector, my walking diary....

My BROTHER

you played an important role in my life like no other

He always said "walk tall, with your tiara held high"

It's difficult to follow with you watching me from the sky...

the mistakes i made over and over again,

you left my side when i was ten, it's ludacris

you died at 15...

you died sleeping peacefully,

i was supposed to be there, like you were always there for me...

i woke up each and every day, wishing it was me

i dragged myself from school to track practice,

every action and day regretfully...

The call from daddy to my mom,

from my mom to carmen, to my mom telling me...

that night was imaginary.

the three muskateers,

the three stooges, sometimes...

You, Carmen and I, yeah our bond was extraordinary.

You left, and a year or so later. Daddy had another for the ride

He was the baby, Cameron; i vowed to stay by his side..

That night i lost a piece of me, i never forget...

it plays back like a rapper's diss track.

My mom says it's not healthy to be mad all the time

and soon things will be back...

but back how? it will never be normal if there's no you when people see me

i'm learning to deal with it, so my "no" could change to a "Maybe"

you will always be in my heart, when you left you took that piece

when i went to the doctor's, they actually said it was a hole...

like a missing puzzle piece...

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