Don't we
Make quite the pair?
Almost like twins
Peaches and cream skin
Shiny dark hair.
Opposites, though,
You're all sunshine and wide smiles
And gorgeous perfect emerald eyes.
I'm so cloudy and moody,
All thunderstorm-y skies.
Sunshine to my rain,
Happiness to my pain,
But I don't know what's on the inside...

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