Poetry

Subsets

You and I, I and You.
I am old, You are New.
You make up for where I Suck,
I make up for where You Do.

My Tedium feels Fulfilled
With your Boundless Passions.
You, On the Edge,
Keenly await my Patience.
Your bubbly Smiles
Recompense my Frowns.
Your Beads of Tears are
Nursed by My Clowns.

Beats within Me,
A Glorious Piece of You.
When I am Torn,
You are my Glue.
Solo, We would Be
Work-in-Progress; place Bets,
For we are each other’s
Inseparable Subsets.


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