It's all quite angular

One could only assume, that everyone has an angle

If you live long enough, every paradox will convince you

Geometry is not the only proof, all things are congruous, consistent

Loves trappings are innumerable, we don’t have to concede

If there ever is a life where I am completely happy, or content

It will be in the acceptance that all imperfections work for the good

Some nights I find that world, in dark blue skies as stars rise

I have always found it in the ocean, in trees, in seasons, in trust

I am not ashamed of how many times trust has been broken

It brings more character, makes me look innocent, frees the betrayer

Soon, I’ll learn to speak plainly, truth will be the only angle

The unsaid will no longer bring disconnect but completion

Things are according to plan, if we let hindsight work in us

True Love... Counts?

If you weren't such an even number
I think doors would close more smoothly,
I think the little things wouldn't count so much
I think everything would add up
instead of distracting
Time should heal instead of taking away... from me
And if love multiplys does hate divide or was it just distance?
I think we're equally hurt, even though we weren't equally awake
If we were a slightly odd number I wouldn't still be counting days

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