On that Night
You looked to the sky.
Through my concave mind
I saw beauty,
In the radius of your eyes,
As I trace your line
To triangles in the sky.
And everytime
I angle my head high,
I see the memories
Before fate created
Parallel lines;
Close, yet never touching
On the plane of our life.
Always in conjecture
Author notes
This poem was originaly for a math assignment, but It became a little too...personal. haha.
Get inside of my thought process.
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=[ Raven. I miss you. You know I'm always going to be here for you. Just email me later... I'll be back online then... I promise. Je t'aime beaucoup mon amie!


