For all of my 30/30 friends, stay with it - were a sixth of the way through :). Wrote this yesterday for a little word/number play. A bit lighter than most of my serious stuff lately: Two numbers exist - one and another But one is not one unless with the other The one is a half and is easily smothered Because one over two isnt over the other One longs for his compliment - like child for mother Like sister for sister for sister or brother for brother Irrationally rational he sits and he wonders Will he ever unit with his compliment number He dances with five and gets dinner with six But never feels whole - theres a hole he cant fix He meets three quarters, but shes just too much And one fifth is nice but they never add up Then one day - by luck or by chance of his path Our hopeless number bumps into one half She looks like one hundred and makes his heart laugh She fits him just perfect without complex math So these two partial numbers, now never to part Have now become whole and are sharing one heart Together a pair - as always will be Till the day that love blossoms, and two become three.
Posted on: Sat, 05 Apr 2014 20:03:42 +0000
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