A Younger Twin's Love

You always will need,
A welcoming, helping hand,
To help with your small fears,
You always will need a precious life,
Always never to sneer (much),
What you need is a sister's touch,
Calmness dies down your storm,
Would you be a great dear,

If you let me be right here?
We may fight a awful lot,
We never stop that fight,
Yet everything as usual,
Will always just be alright...

I knew you never wanted me here anymore,
But I knew you would, pace the floors...
I knew you really cared,
My sad little weak life bared,
And is crying to the wind,

For recognition,
You would like to hear me scream at the moon,
Yet all you needed,
Was a sister's help, touch, and kindness,
I'm maybe your Twin I hope,
If you surely say ''nope''
Than I'll go for the wind's mares,

Go riding with the wind,
If you say yes,
Of which I'll Never guess,
Twin sister, and minute older you,
There's absolutly nothing to do....
Except be friends, it'll do...