My Dark Joker
How can we stand each other
when we are nothing alike?
You, the dark joker,
and me, the writer in white.
You, the toucher,
the holder, the lover...
Me, the shell-girl, so silent,
a loner...
You, with the skin
dark and flawless...
Save for the scar
just below your shoulder.
Me, covered with scars
and paler then ghosts...
Yet you found me a pearl,
said that I was greater than most.
Yet we meld and cling,
blend together our minds,
Laugh and stare deep,
trying to see between the lines...
You say maybe our dualities
are the reason we work,
while I, the pessimist,
say its just a fluke.
But the way we work,
even though we're nothing alike?
This isnt really something
we can easily deny...
You, immature,
talking at all the wrong times,
and me, the old soul,
always speaking in rhymes.
So sweet yet sour,
while I'm hot and cold...
haha, you know these contradictions
are getting a little old.
So how can we stand each other
when we are nothing alike?
Well, maybe we'll get that answer
when it comes time...
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