Why do I make fun of you?
Because the alternative is exhaustive.
Or rather explorative.
Citing Pg. Three hundred twenty-five. Volume One,
I'd like to state that the total surface area of your cheekbones which
outshine those dilated eyes
(after looking through those thin rimmed beauty glasses apparently,)
is 3.172627 centimeters-squared approximately.
Citing Pg. Sixty-four. Volume Two,
Your hand-eye coordination measurement 0.4s,
i.e. Your hand requires just 0.4 seconds to make what your mind has already concocted.
(Approximated. That fine piece of art always has had me distracted).
Basically,
although we're standing on a sunset soaked precipice,
You should know that you linger in my mind.
I care and I notice
YOU ARE READING
The Good place
PoetryThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.
