People only want to feel the good, without the bad
But without one there can’t be the other.
Bad feeds off the Good,
Ravishing her and stealing some of her glory.
Good waits patiently for her time to shine.
Good triumphs and she smirks
As she twists Bad’s arm behind his back,
Pushing him up roughly against the wall.
Until he begs for her to best him
Compliant, she grants his request
It seems that this time Good has this game, set, match.
Until next time when it all begins again.
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 1:08 AM UTC
People only want to feel the good, without the bad
But without one there can’t be the other.
Bad feeds off the Good,
Ravishing her and stealing some of her glory.
Good waits patiently for her time to shine.
Good triumphs and she smirks
As she twists Bad’s arm behind his back,
Pushing him up roughly against the wall.
Until he begs for her to best him
Compliant, she grants his request
It seems that this time Good has this game, set, match.
Until next time when it all begins again.
Simplistic idea, I know. But I loved the idea of personifying them into people. :)
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