words go nowhere near articulating what i'm going for right now....

i copied her
for my very first smile
for first thing she taught me
it's still so worthwhile

in old home movies
you'll hear me say
as i twirled around
"dance for 'k.k.'"

i'd listen to her
and do just as she'd do
and her favorite color
was always mine too

as we grew up
we shared a room
and our sisterhood
began to bloom

i used all her ribbons
borrowed her bows
stole all her perfume
and wore all her clothes

i copied her style
wore my socks just the same
to be just like her
was always my aim

when she got a phone
i got a pretend one in blue
only becuase
i had to have one too

i learned to drive
in a church parkinglot
from the front seat
she vociferously taught

we made up dances
until late at night
laughed so hard
we'd always cry

at age 16,
i bought the same car
so everyone would think
i was her from afar

and although i'm 18
and i doubt she can see
she's still everything
that i'm dying to be