You, a circle.
I, a tangent.

We were destined
to meet only once.

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No matter what
on which tangent I think,
My thoughts are centered
at you only.

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I don't know
which is worse.

A pair of parallels
that never meet.

Or tangents
that meet and
never again.

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Like a tangent you touched me once, only to move away forever.

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Just like a circle and a tangent
We're meant to be crossed path,
But once!
Not for a lifelong journey
as parallel lines!

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/Perfections in Imperfections /


Life is imperfect
like a circle.
We draw a tangent in every point
to see how perfect we are.
In doing so we deviate
from circle, from our life.

Enjoy the imperfect turns
you will find a perfect life
waiting for you in those imperfections.

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Thoughts,
once flowing parallel,
now at a tangent
to our circle,
threaten the premise
of our union.

Bisected we now lie,
rueing the incompleteness
of our geometry.

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My persistent tangent,
flirting dangerously
with your undecided circle,
teasing it to the point
of no return,
ends up as an enchanted chord
caught in the quicksand
of creviced emotions.

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