Page 12 - When I was Young ebook
P. 12
One day
He was hurting
his pain too loud
as I saturated him with loving salutations
his shell too hard
to accept what I had to offer
raining bulleted love on his glass
wish at least one could pass
I’m a mathematician calculating like what I
gotta add to get a synonymous value
I divided my angrier umpteen times
hoping I could have you
don’t you know we are equivalent, parallel
angles and what have you
Sure I could solve your heart’s equation
the summation
greater from time spent I explained with
confident articulation
you see we get better with maximized
concentration
