martes, 11 de febrero de 2014

Yin Yang

There’s a bit of sadness in my laughter
And a smile in my sorrow
Your gentle eyes are wicked
And my wicked soul is kind

Are you the portrait and am I the mirror?
Who is the worse and who is the better?

Does the heart beat clockwise or counterclockwise?
Each way it doesn’t matter,
When two are faced they’ll go in opposite manner.