THE ONE AND THE OTHER

	The One and the Other,                                        
They were two friends, both dressed in black,                   
often in battle, pressed back to back.                          
Despite how they dressed, they both fought for light.           
They knew what was wrong, defended what 's right.               
The One was tall, the Other was short.                          
The One was perfect, good at things of all sorts.               
                                                                
	(In Games,)                                                   
The Other, he looked up to the One.                             
The Other always lost, but it was still fun.                    
The One was good, in many a way,                                
they spent time together every day.                             
                                                                
	Closeness.                                                    
They were just friends, or so it would seem,                    
they were like brothers, they were a team.                      
"All the way?" said the One, reply:  "All the way with you."    
The One was better, but he needed the Other too.                
                                                                
	(In Love)                                                     
The Other had a Girlfriend, which in the end became the One's.  
The One was a romantic, his words simply flowed,                
That the One was charming, the Other never knowed.              
The One never meant to hurt the Other,                          
But they were in love, the One and Her                          
Finally, the Other, he finally knew.                            
Somewhere in hiding it, the One had run askew.                  
They both felt bad, for the Girl the One stole.                 
When shown She had loved neither, the One crawled into his hole.
                                                                
	Once there,                                                   
The One let out his tears, he let out his rage.                 
He had loved Her, now he was crazed.                            
Though he kept on living, dragging life on,                     
wishing someday he'd be happy, the sadness gone.                
                                                                
	Till then,                                                    
Simply there to live life, to charm girls and wait,             
hoping to really love at some future date.                      
Not the junk from this time around,                             
some REAL love, something sound.                                
                                                                
	For eternity,                                                 
Stuck where he is, stripped of feeling,                         
simply living, being,                                           
writing poems of love, poems that rhyme;                        
an unfulfilled existence, till the end of time.                 

Copyright ©1999 Ashi Shadow