Twin soul
I have a twin
we were born in November
no one could see her,
since she has hidden from their sights
under my body and mind.
Come and go,
when all the vowers of staying disappeared,
my tears shedded- she’s still here;
strong as she was, I knew
her grief evermore outgrew.
So young we were,
I could call nothing mine, but her (my twin).
She taught me to shelter in reads
she taught me no cry for bleed
she taught me to be a lying narcissist.
Bad or good, things she did
forsaken or unforgiven; accomplice
I can’t get rid of it, cause
for good I’m her twin, and
she’s my soul.
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