I have a twin,
Though we don't share blood.
My twin is great,
He thinks he's a stud.
He's got a boss girlfriend,
Now for two years.
And an evil cat,
Who he loves and fears.
We've been friends,
Since seventh grade.
And the bond we have,
Will not fade.
Both of us write stories,
Of which we plan to play.
And we both miss each other,
After only being gone one day.
He knows my sadness,
Even if I don't show.
How he does this,
I really don't know.
Together we're a sight,
Of smiles and giggles and fun.
And when we're not,
To each other we run.
When he is sad,
I hug him tight.
And when I'm crying,
He makes things right.
A curious kitten,
With hair like fire.
I love him so,
He does very much inspire.
Very tall,
And kinda thin.
But that doesn't matter,
He's my ginger twin.
He loves me too,
Even when I'm snappy.
He helps with what's wrong,
So we can both be happy.
My ginger twin,
Is the best twin for me.
We mirror each other,
And work perfectly.
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Ginger Twin
PoetryThis is book three guys! I hope you've liked what I've had so far. I know the last book was kind of a lot of sadness, I'm sorry for that. I'm going to try to make this a happier book, but I can't promise anything because these poems are usually just...
