Yin & Yang.

There was this girl

In the middle of a crowd, you see

She looked everywhere

Not knowing

If that’s where she should be.

Her skin was dark,

Unlike the rest.

She was different, you could tell

By the way she smiled,

By the way her eyelashes fell.

She listened without speaking,

She spoke without thinking.

No one heard what she said.

All she wanted was a soft place

So she could rest her head.

Her feet hurt

From all the walking.

Her skin was bruised

From all the falls.

This, no one knew.

No one cared, too.

For one like her

Everywhere, she looked.

Some wore masks,

Some were deceiving.

All disappeared.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, have a nice evening!”

Somewhere, far far away

He looked for the same

He wanted a sweet girl,

Sweet and feisty, not tame.

His skin was fair,

Unlike the rest.

He was different, one could tell

For he stopped,

So that the roses he could smell.

He was stronger than her,

She couldn’t survive the wait.

So they never met.

And unknowingly

He felt only peace

by her grave.