Gemela

Do I cool or burn?
When I write of how I yearn
For you
But not you, a you I never had
A you I thought I had.

Do you know I long for you here?
I long to reach lunch and to play with your hair.
Mi gemela,
I miss you, a you I had once
A you I loved once.

Every word you write in here I doubt
I wonder who you talk to
For I only talk to you..
Are there others on your mind?
Speak to me, Laura.

The world of books and exams terrifies me
Here I long for an escape with you
But are you escaping with me too?
Or escaping alone in this book which is ours?
Are you mine, do you see me
Here in this book of tragedy?

The End

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