Whereas he is a lake
I am a waterfall.
He is quiet, silent, unmovable
I am wild, uncontrollable, and there for everyone who wants to see.
But not matter the perspective you look at it,
Both the lake and the waterfall are fuelled by the same rain.
Some might argue on what's better, the lake or the waterfall.
But the way I see it there's is both
Beauty and
Frustrations
In both.
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PoetryHi, I suck at poetry, these won't be any good at all. Don't read these, just for your own safety. Xoxo love, Phee
