Sum of my equation,
I got to you through a
series of intersecting parallel lines
and used a shaky hand and
a straight edge to draw
what was in my imagination
out on lined looseleaf.
I want to divide and multiply
by a factor of two,
subtract all the things that
shouldn't be there.
The unknowns are killing me.
Let's not make it so complicated,
because the universal rules are
simple.
I'll be a piece of your pi,
if you'll be a piece of mine,
and when you add us together,
we'll see everything in the cosmos,
perfect assymetrical beauty,
radiating from the dust of stars,
ever and ever.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
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