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.”