I'd always seem to have a love for algebra
The idea of it was more comforting than the alphabet
Most would say I'm a math freak
Other then being a math geek
I never mind doing the homework
I needed something to abduct my mind
I needed some time to figure out the problems inked on the paper
Than the ones that we're glued to the back of my hand
But lately math hasn't been the medicine,
The therapy that's always been around for me,
It's been this strange Polaroid that makes me happy
In all of the things I could say
I'd say "I hope i make you happy, too"
Because the numbers are jumbled now
And you seem to untie the three's from the five's
And correct the awkward way I write my nine's
You always find some way to make me smile
And for that, you seem to be my new prescription meds
YOU ARE READING
Iris and Asher
Poesía~It's so odd how people drift apart Like how people drift away From memories and photographs That always seem to stay and remain the same~ A short story on how opposites could try and attract
