You were fostered in a greenhouse,
Forced within.
I was left feral in the wild,
Looking for shed.
Tell me,
When our roots end up intertwining,
Will you be my roof?
Because I'll gladly be your ticket to the world.
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A/N:
They are the contrast of each other, hence the title, two contrasts make a pair.
Though I can't personally stand the idea of being with someone who has nothing in common with me, but as a hopeless romantic, I like to daydream about all the possibilities. Hehe
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Queen After Dusk
PoetryI wouldn't exactly call these poetry Because they are more like a collection of words All written by me after dusk For no one and everyone and especially For myself
