Opposites attract as to friends as one
pushes the other one always pulls.
One likes to eat depression was a flower
always in bloom when open roses could.
The other she ceasesly talks about staying slim
hoping that no one can tell she's bulimic.
High school for one is just an escape
from all the dreaming she always dreamt that
her childhood wasn't.
The love of life all the kind words
that her only friend share's with only her.
For both boys come and go neither will give up
what they want.
Deep are the woods filled with trees nature is
underneath are young bush's without their green leaves.
They walk a path that splits few can see winding
trails for these two that shouldn't be.
Counting each star one clings to the night never knowing
just where things went wrong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh yes, High School. I vaguely remember going there. :) TFS