He was beautiful to me.
Making ingenius equations out of emotions.
He makes his way through life, dividing women...from girls.
Adding and subtracting hearts until I stood alone.
I hold his heart in my hand.
He is mine, and I am his.
Solve for X.
Author notes
Inspired by a poem I heard on TV. It was similar but I changed everything about it because it was too long.
Written March 22nd, 2005
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Actually, I loath math as well but I figured I could turn it into something beautiful.
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Oooh, I like the poem. Ick, I hate the Math - LOL! I hate Math. But it was a pretty good poem nonetheless, I liked it!
-Lunatick
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i like what u came up very much ... clever and entirely fresh



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