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Opposites

Image result for the sun and the moon
She is the sun,
Intense, with such burning desire to live.
Crazy, young, manipulative,
Confident, with her outgoing personality.
She is competitive and ambitious,
There is nothing she is scared to experience.
Her recklessness is attractive but surely deadly;
And although her blaze is lusted by many,
It is loved by none.
She is the moon,
Shrouded and concealed.
With fear of everything; merely living.
Appearing only when people sleep and the sky is dark.
Her insecurity prevents her from exposing her true potential,
So she settles for an ordinary, easy life;
When in reality she’s the embodiment of art.
But in her silence, she is wiser,
And in her thoughts, her maturity is exposed.
She was so much more interesting because of the fact that no one truly knew her...
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