No chance

by omie   Sep 2, 2004


Its like a billiard game!
you havent made your first shot,
but your opponent already beaten you.
its like waiting,
for an impossible thing.
its like oil and water,
impossible to combine.
its not north and south,
that always attract.
your the beauty,
but i'm not the beast.
your the high sky,
so impossible to reach.
its like the air,
that i can't touch.
we are so different,
impossible to match.

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