You
God must have kneaded you and I
From the same dough
Rolled us out as one in the baking sheet
Must have suddenly realized
How unfair it was,
To put that much magic in one person
And sadly split the dough in two
How else is it that?
When I look into the mirror
I am looking at you
When I breathe,
My own lungs fill with air
That we just met, but we
We have known each other our whole lives
If we were not made as one to begin with
But our souls are mirrors
I will never understand
Why you held me
If you were afraid of warmth
You should have known I was a fire.
By Kat and Nashla, Step 9
