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Ironic
How ironic, isn't it?
We were so identical
yet so different.
Like two parallel lines
passing through
that same path,
we were never meant to meet.
Like water and ice,
made of the same thing
yet never meant to be together,
for either
I would melt down in your arms,
or you would stand still in mine.
Like the words and spaces
that belong to that same poem
we were never meant to coincide.
We were so identical,
yet so different..
You loved the smell of petrichor
after it rains,
and I loved the rumbling of thunders
while it storms.
© Sagnik
We were so identical
yet so different.
Like two parallel lines
passing through
that same path,
we were never meant to meet.
Like water and ice,
made of the same thing
yet never meant to be together,
for either
I would melt down in your arms,
or you would stand still in mine.
Like the words and spaces
that belong to that same poem
we were never meant to coincide.
We were so identical,
yet so different..
You loved the smell of petrichor
after it rains,
and I loved the rumbling of thunders
while it storms.
© Sagnik
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