Unamed:us

Why do we always have to snap?
It's like we've drawn a specific life map
We're two of a kind 
Leaves flying around in the wind
Meant to never part
Others stop,but we always start 
And we will never end 
We're two rods that can never bend
We are two peas in a pod 
We are not even we are odd
That is what makes us real 
Our oddness is our secret seal
We are those bunnies you always see hopping around 
Always north bound
We are not decievers 
But believers
Shining our light for every one 
So we can all say we won.