Opposites
If I move, she grooves
If I shake, she bakes
If I tell, she yells
If I date, she grates
If I groan, she moans.
I am right here,
She is over there
I'm making, she's faking.
She's day, I'm night.
We don't fight?
We do
For we're sisters.
And we’re
This, too:
Opposites.
Copyright © Kristen Wallen | Year Posted 2010
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