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I chase you as papers do the wind,
it knows it would never catch up
but still tries to keep up
suppliant to the whims of trajectory forces
of none other than a mix of gases commandeering
its actions and reactions.
A pupil to your iris is all I wanna be,
teach me to see with lenses curved like your brows
and whip me to shape with thick lashes
for there is no wrong to a right that doesn't know what’s left of it.
the feeling so wrong yet I want you right by my side
so let me love even if you don’t feel same
your emotions shadowed by commotions driving your train of thoughts
off tangent to its coordinate into a tunnel of unknown destination.
I know that I'm the constant with you taking different variables
and the only formula that is almighty to our love equation is permutation
cos the probability that you’d give me a chance is simultaneous to dividing by zero
which is equal to infinity after nothingness.
I feel incomplete as this piece feels bare of English
to show contrast other than complimenting the mathematics of falling
heart over head in love cos if my head was involved,
I wouldn't be caught in this dilemma.