You love,
The deep blue of the ocean,
I prefer,
The bright red of the magma.
You're a lovely morning bird,
And I'm a tired night owl.
You're a girl of the south,
I'm a kid of the north,
You bathe in the warmth,
As I lay in the cold.
You have a sweet, down-to-earth mind,
While mine lives high in the clouds.
You have faith in the bright heavens,
I trust in the eternal darks.
You're a daring lover,
I'm scared of the thought.
You are the sparkling Sun,
I'm a simple Moon.
It seems, opposites,
Don't always attract.
Anyways,
What could we do,
Together?
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC
You love,
The deep blue of the ocean,
I prefer,
The bright red of the magma.
You're a lovely morning bird,
And I'm a tired night owl.
You're a girl of the south,
I'm a kid of the north,
You bathe in the warmth,
As I lay in the cold.
You have a sweet, down-to-earth mind,
While mine lives high in the clouds.
You have faith in the bright heavens,
I trust in the eternal darks.
You're a daring lover,
I'm scared of the thought.
You are the sparkling Sun,
I'm a simple Moon.
It seems, opposites,
Don't always attract.
Anyways,
What could we do,
Together?
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