I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
why is it so hard every single time?
especially in this crucial period.
guess what she said was rightt.
problems after problems.
can we find an end to this soon?
i really dont want this to prolong.
this is me.
why cant u accept me for who i am?
why do u need to see a change in me?
i dont need to fit.
i can just be a loner.
thats what u want rightt?
all u think abt is ending it.
have u ever thought of ways to keep this going on.
no.
u want to runaway.
runaway as far as u could.
what abt the f-ing promises?
after all they weren't promises.
they were just words of comfort.
nothing came from your heart.
if it did, it would be hard to let it go.
but u were ready to let it go the minute itself.
self reflection, my dear.
is all u need.
i still love youu.
but u ought to know the i loved the old you.
SURYA(:
