The math.
I dont know what love is.
I like, I am attached to, but I love myself more. God does the math.
I am away, I dont talk a lot, I dont visit a lot. I feel like it's a heavy obligation to sit and talk. God does the math.
I study, I hate writing, I hate it. I get so stressed. God does the math.
I feel, I care, I am left. I am lost. God does the math.
Till when will god do the math?
4 comments:
Till you learn that one plus one is not necessarly two .
Pretty
Bravo .
:] this is not prose :D this is me being so angry and trying to do the math...maybe i write kool things when i am angry!
I wish he does it for me.
You're good.
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