My ink craved to pen down
the infinity thoughts - emotive frequencies
for you. You fill up each millimetre of space
confined in my million cells
multiply by a trillion
on the single line page
My thoughts could only fathom
the air you drew
which circled round
and round, round
We italic
reach the same line,
empty all over again.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
My ink craved to pen down
the infinity thoughts - emotive frequencies
for you. You fill up each millimetre of space
confined in my million cells
multiply by a trillion
on the single line page
My thoughts could only fathom
the air you drew
which circled round
and round, round
We italic
reach the same line,
empty all over again.
