There’s a differencebetweenyou and me.
It’s the toolsthat we useto draw with.
I use pastelsthat I spreadwith my fingers.
You use watercolorsthat runfrom your brush.
This poem describes the difference between my brother and myself. I need control and I try to direct my life in the way I want it to go. He has always just let life happen to him and watched as it crumbled.
differences, direction, pastels, relationships, watercolors
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