Jul 4
A fairy sits,
on your shoulders.
Wings, neatly folded.
You swat it away,
because you think
anything magical,
is never to be trusted.
I hated you a little for
the smallest moment, there.
One day, I'll learn,
to love you
unmagically, enough.
on your shoulders.
Wings, neatly folded.
You swat it away,
because you think
anything magical,
is never to be trusted.
I hated you a little for
the smallest moment, there.
One day, I'll learn,
to love you
unmagically, enough.
From: my Algebra textbook
(Someday, I'll also learn how to write maths in my books, not poems. For today, I'll let myself keep drowning).
(Someday, I'll also learn how to write maths in my books, not poems. For today, I'll let myself keep drowning).
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