The Twins

by Brittany Smith   Feb 4, 2006


Her name is mine.
My name is hers.
Is it mine?
Or is it hers?

We met in the 5th grade.
We became the bestest of friends.
And no one believed us, and some still dont.
Do you believe?

People called us the identical twins.
Because we looked exactly the same.
But since.
We've changed.
But now we call ourselves The Twins.

I love her.
She loves me.
But not sexually you see.

We tell each other everything.
No matter what.
Good or Bad.

We barley fight,
But if we do.
It kills us both.
Not jokingly.

She is my life.
I dont know bout her.
But she is mine.

Your wondering what the name is,
But I wont tell.
But i can tell you this,
My moms middle name is hers,
Her younger sisters name is mine.
Scary. Huh?

My mom used to be called,
Her moms name.
Not knowing why.

Now I can tell.
Mine is Brittany Smith.
And so is hers.
But with different spelling.
It is Britney Smith.

We are and always be,
The Twins and the Bestest of Friends.

(this is dedicated to my best friend in the whole entire world...Britney Smith...Thanks for everything)

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  • 18 years ago

    by Brittany

    You stole my name...

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