Calculate
"Wait, give me a second. Need to calculate somethings."
And I can perfectly picture you
Moving your finger tentatively
In the empty space, as if the air
Were your ink, and the canvas
Were in the air.
I can perfectly tell that your eyes,
Behind your glasses must be blinking,
Hard, because you must be thinking
Hard.I can sense that you are calculating,
Understanding perfectly,
As if you were right in front of me,
With me.That's how I feel about you.
And I guess that just shows
how crazy I am.____________________________________
Just recently :)
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Handwritten | Poetry & Prose
PoetryH.R #3 IN TOLD | A collection of the told and untold, the hidden and revealed, but everything - all this and everything else - written down in solemn words, in phrases, compiled and collected as poetry and prose.