I couldn’t categorize you.
You wouldn’t neatly fit
in any labeled form of order.
All of you is split.
Unsolved fractions
undefined beneath a silver moon.
Still, my love for you is high.
A golden sun at noon.
I couldn’t categorize you.
You wouldn’t neatly fit
in any labeled form of order.
All of you is split.
Unsolved fractions
undefined beneath a silver moon.
Still, my love for you is high.
A golden sun at noon.