Stolen Identity

Stolen Identity

I stole your world because I didn’t like mine.
I see your pictures time after time.
I watch you outside the window just abiding my time.
When the day will come I’ll make you mine.

The color of your hair is the same as mine.
The clothes that you wear are the same likeness that makes us
Like twins standing side by side with same color eyes, two of a kind.
Stolen identity, taking a piece of your soul is my ultimate goal.


                                                                               Christina M Fritts