[color=#000099][/color]The Juvenile fittings of our mind is what makes us one not two,
Metal sharpens metal; we're still that Steel & Copper.
Dissimilar in optics yet these ruthless differences are just impromptu.
Our bond's straws and bricks are still baked for real & supper.
We fight, we fall out and then levitate towards whatever it comes to, with the clueless expectancy & will of an unarmed robber.
Now that we are apart where does Steel run to? Where should the race end? On whose hands should the baton be? Steel n Copper?
And who should Copper the senior turn to? If this kind of love is ever gonna be real n proper