[curl Me I] We'Re Two of a Kind, Sebastian*
Curl me
The other way.
I do not please you this way.
Missing.
Wishing to
Reach out to touch you.
Hoping,
Hoping for you.
You hope for nothing that's worthy of you.
Teach me,
I will learn
To walk in only my shadow.
Refuse me.
I know not,
To abuse.
~Written in 2005 (January) when I was sixteen.
*Original copy had no title, but this one suits its theme and person I wrote it about.
Copyright © Madison Balmont | Year Posted 2009
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