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Fraternal twins' souls are not what they appear.. |
PLEASE keep in mind that it is MEANT to be a cliche. I've had critics tell me the end is cliche, which I already know.. it was written that way on purpose. Please keep that in mind :) thank you. A little girl with an old woman's eyes Sits on the porch watching the darkened skies; Her face says she's seen too much, Flowers appear to wilt at her touch. Her face smiles but her eyes are sad A life of Balance she has always had... Her twin, so sweet and pure Blonde tresses add to her allure. Aeria and Airea, two halves of one whole Aeria can see into your soul. Airea, so innocent, so carefree... She knows not what she cannot see. Aeria can't see illusion; With her there is no such confusion. Airea, so peaceful, so rare Hair so soft, head full of air. Aeria, once pure, now used For it was her her father abused. Airea, using words to wound Little does she know that she is doomed- For beneath the facade Lies a heart as hard as a steel rod. Since appearances deceive Why is it her you believe? You ask why Aeria is so depressed, When all her life she has been repressed? She's learned to hide when she must- In her poor young heart, there's no such thing as trust. Trapped in a world of "Good" and "Evil" Where does that line begin to grow feeble? Why is it that the middle ground Is so preciously rare to be found? |