Regrets and Unsent Messages

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Symbiosis

You help me, I help you.

That's how it works.

You are the sun, and I am the moon.

You are passion, and am reason.

You cover me with your heat, lifting me higher, making sure I don't become ice, making sure I dont sink. You are my wings. 

I lay in your core, keeping you grounded. Without me, you lash out, you become everybody but yourself. I am your tree.

I keep you stable, so you don't get carried away by a breeze.

You give me movement, to dance in your light.

I am the ivory to your ebony.

Music needs both of us, without one of us, nothing is the same.

Balance.

I am your gravity, You are my sky.

Together, we are infinite.

Apart, we die.

(But in the end, we're just parasites, feeding off each other for life, and sometimes just a high.)