ita ya gurl at it again. these dream smp poems are also on tumblr btw byee
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There had been two boys as brothers
Each always trusting the other
Until torn apart, one forced to depart,
And in silence would they both suffer

The first, a boy who lead
Who now wishes he saw ahead
he regrets what he’s done, for now he’s got none
They’re all distant, exiled or dead.

There were wrinkles on his green button-down
In emotions he might as well drown
No smile would grace his sad, sad face
Only a sorrowful frown

A hand thrown through his hair
An example of how much he cared
His level of stress is now immense
Oh, how he wishes his brother was there

The second, a boy of lost lore
Forever needing to be something more
Tossed aside for the good of people and wood
Abandoned on far distant shores

The boy in a shirt of red and white
Who'd spent all his life in a fight
Now left alone, king of an empty throne
Scared of his dreams and monsters of night.

There was a pit that grew inside
Near greed and near his pride
A yearn for death, for a stopping breath
For truth after all the lies.

There lay ahead a treacherous route
As both refused to reach out
Filled with sadness and pain, madness of brain
And it looked like they were going down

And so would grow a rift
As each boy would float and drift
Away from home, so do they roam
Now both were given a gift

A compass to the brother
That lead to the other
Still torn apart, maybe not so far
But still in silence do they suffer