Each of us has a different side, weather you see it or not. The good and the bad, though it doesn't have to be bad. Maybe it's just fearful, or nervous, or whichever. And maybe it's not all good too. Whatever your conscious and you decide, the two sides are always there. They help balance each other out. (P.S. This probably is a horrible explanation but I do like the poem lol)
Him and His Twin
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He watches him play and have fun
So carefree under the summer sun,
And he wonders why his work isn't done.
Playful and energetic he scurries about,
Adventurous and sweet without a doubt,
All smiles and giggles but never has a pout.
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Why can't he be normal?
Why is he so abnormal?
Mystical and overly formal.
Silent while lurking in the shadows,
Prickly and distance like a thorn from a rose.
Never one to fully repose.
Quietly untouched from all of society,
A fixed set of emotions not in variety,
Filled with nervousness and anxiety.
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One to each other, different and apart.
Yet bonded from the very start...
Until death do them part.
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YOU ARE READING
If Only You Knew
PuisiThere's more to the world then life... There's more to believe in the true... There's more to you than you know... If only you knew.
