Ying and Yang Theory

I never thought about life in
any sense but ying and yang,
good and bad,
twisting words around than
kissing them,
a balance to everything,
yelling at someone 
than sweet talking them after 
you won,
after a tear falls,
I mean I saw this since I 
was a kid,
a reaction to everything,
smoking a cig I stare 
up at the sky and see
the snow flakes fall upon my lips,
I stand there thinking,
if you never experience the chill of 
a dark winter,
than you never will experience the warmth of 
a summers bright day


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