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.
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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.
