They reject convention,
Not with bad intentions
But because that’s how they were born.
Broken. Twisted. Torn.
They see the strings behind the curtain.
Knowing that no facts are certain,
They’re still pulled by “meant to be,”
Struggling to make the other see
The heart they’re too afraid to show
Directly. Hinted notes and melodies
Play the truth of a song never sang.
He is the Yin to her Yang.