english,
I prefer the window open,
To feel the breeze in my hair;
You prefer the window shut,
to be wrapped in quiet air.
I like my watch with arms,
Its every tick and tock;
You like your watch that's digital,
The easy-to-read clock.
I admire every sunrise,
The arrival of a new day;
You admire every sunset,
Proud you've made it all this way.
I am fond of writing stories,
Every paper scribbled on, I keep;
You are fond of writing poems,
Which you crumple, tear then sweep.
I hate any form of noise
When I am trying to read;
You listen with your headphones,
So loud, my ears would bleed.
I despise the way you throw a disc,
You can't seem to aim straight.
You despise the way I catch a disc,
I run too quickly when I should wait.
If we were to play a game,
A simple match of Frisbee,
No one would ever win,
Tied at zero is all that we'd be.
At times, I can't help but wonder
How odd it would be,
If I did not hate you
And you did not hate me.
But if I were to love you,
That love certainly would fall--
I'd be cruel to make you hate yourself
If I loved it most of all.
Literary (Submission): Antithesis
I prefer the window open,
To feel the breeze in my hair;
You prefer the window shut,
to be wrapped in quiet air.
I like my watch with arms,
Its every tick and tock;
You like your watch that's digital,
The easy-to-read clock.
I admire every sunrise,
The arrival of a new day;
You admire every sunset,
Proud you've made it all this way.
I am fond of writing stories,
Every paper scribbled on, I keep;
You are fond of writing poems,
Which you crumple, tear then sweep.
I hate any form of noise
When I am trying to read;
You listen with your headphones,
So loud, my ears would bleed.
I despise the way you throw a disc,
You can't seem to aim straight.
You despise the way I catch a disc,
I run too quickly when I should wait.
If we were to play a game,
A simple match of Frisbee,
No one would ever win,
Tied at zero is all that we'd be.
At times, I can't help but wonder
How odd it would be,
If I did not hate you
And you did not hate me.
But if I were to love you,
That love certainly would fall--
I'd be cruel to make you hate yourself
If I loved it most of all.
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