Only listening to their aim

The passive and the sweet
Both can’t be neat
The wild and the mean
Can be alone and clean

She is aflame, loud and clear
He has no life and no confidence gear
She wanted to change, and so she did
He wanted to be, but couldn’t tear

Seven lovely girls
Real opposite of the boy
They were cruel and hideous
Till they became coy

Different sides to every story
Different sides to every life
One may tell the truth
And others may destroy our youth

Two sides of a story
Both different and not the same
We don’t know what they are
Only listening to their aim

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