oO What I am Oo
I take one look at us.
I am her,
She is me.
It's like looking in a mirror,
It's like talking to myself.
Her, the woman that was me,
Me the girl that is her.
The same,
Yet different.
One soul,
But shared.
What am I?
Who is she?
What are we?
Is there a difference after all?
Or am I me,
And she is herself.
Are we different after all?
Because I am me,
My own person.
And she is herself,
Her own person.
Only sharing one soul,
But different bodies.
Different minds,
Different people.
That is who I am,
I am myself.
A/N: Dedicated to all those kind reviewers out there and anyone who reads this.
MeRRy CHrIstMas
Everyone!