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5/1/2018 9:25:11 PM

Anastasia Stewart
Posts: 12

I wasn’t made for you, and you weren’t made for me,
like the colours of the sea, you were looking for blue, and I was looking for green.
You weren’t made for me and I wasn’t made for you,
like the storm stirring outside,
you were looking for sun and I was looking for rain.

Together we were night and day, as opposite as we could be,
hot and cold, black and white, sun and moon, dark and light.
A contrast so divine, white sheets and red wine.
You were always early mornings and I was late nights.

Whether we’re the good or bad, the evil or the kind.
I was always brain and you were always mind.
What pulled us apart was not that we were already so far,
but your passion to love and my thirst to hate.

You brought out something in me that I didn’t want to believe,
a kind of light that shone so bright, a happiness I couldn’t see.
I fear that I took it from you, as you grew more like me everyday.
A force of habit of mine, so I took off and ran away.

But we both always knew that it would never last,
you are the future and I am the past.

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