You were the shadow
and I was the star
and it was kinda obvious
that we'd go into war.
You were the ying
and I was the yang
and we really, really liked
to go out with a bang.
You were the weed
I was the flower
and we were always, always
fighting over power.
You were the moon
and I was the sun
and nobody understood
our kind of fun.
You were out
and I was in
and the outsiders only belong
in a trash bin
You were the bad
and I was the good.
Someone who was different
couldn't be understood.
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PoetryMy thoughts are passion and ripped-off wings and falling and my paper is a child and closed palms and butterflies.