DIVERGENT
You are the WHITE moon burning on my BLACK night
You're the LEFT to my RIGHT
The PASTEL to my BRIGHT
You RISE, I DROWN
I SMILE, you FROWN
I want CLASSIC, you want JAZZ
In the end, to our own roaring music we stomp and waltz
I'm a TALKER, You're a LISTENER
You're my CALM in a TURBULENCE, whom I run to for cover
I'm the raging INFERNO and you're my dousing TIDAL WAVE
Why do they say opposites attract and can be together?
When meeting you has reduced me to nothing but a dying ember…
Pic Courtesy: Pixabay
©️ Sangeetha Kamath
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