You say friend, I say lover;
You say child, I say mother.
You want constance, I need change;
You are fixed, I am ranged.
Head have patience, heart be true,
Though love is blind, so are you.
I always looked for something wrong,
Then I realized all along,
So resistant, far away,
We were parallel, as night from day.
Diametric, opposites made,
We will remain the light and the shade.
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Public Diary of a Mad White Girl
Poetry and junk of that nature; sometimes even my thoughts, yoist and away!
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