Juxtapositioned
They 've found their foundation, skin deep and more, blending seamlessly with every pore. They matched their tone and their resolve. Is my voice distant or maybe raw?
Am I the echo or am I the flaw?
They've weathered storms, let raindrops slide. Tear-proof shield; no streaks to hide. No traces stay! but eyes still speak the words they sway. A mark unfelt yet it remains. A touch that lingers, all in vain; bold in color, free from stain. Persisting there, never to fade.
Amidst these contrasts our paths align, their fleeting beauty; my design.