Opposites

Looking at the stars,
Talking to the moon,
Wondering what happened to us,
What are we doing here?
You are green trees,
Like a forest in spring.
I am red wildfire,
As this forests die and burn.
We are no good to each other,
But we're still seating here.
We are endless example,
Of happily ever after does not exist.
None of us are bad,
You and I are just opposites.
Wonder can we ever,
Stay just friends,
On this side.


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