Never have I seen a girl with eyes so dark
Made blacker by the light of my star sparks
I have never met a child so utterly
girlish
Who stares at me blatantly with
The cold dead eyes of a fish
Who would believe? I-
Who could conceive? I-
A girl so naive, I..
how shameless of me to consider you primitive
There I go again, I
Say I love you, then I
go and mock you when I
Make your name into something so completely diminutive
There’s no way to love you if I
Stand on pedestal made from sky
It’s been a long time since I wrote about these two :) this is from the sky-creature’s perspective
“an indefinitely small quantity; a value approaching zero.”