Apr 11, 2012
math.
your lips are the asymptotes that i will reach so closely to, but never meet. my heart beat shoots up high, like an exponential growth, whenever i meet your gaze. the numbers in your mind are impossible to calculate with just my mental math. sometimes, you're the zero in the denominator and i'm the odd number on the numerator - don't think dirty, i'm saying you're absolutely impossible. or maybe you're the rad negative one, and the "eye" follows you wherever someone passes and goes. or you can be the z, trying to be the x on the graph that plots the points.
or you can be the problems in the textbook i hold in my arms, you make me so frustrated that it's beyond the infinity sign.