Love Me As A Line
a short poem about loving somebody for real
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2 min readOct 5, 2016
Today, I’m a circle.
And you love the way I roll.
But I won’t be a circle forever.
Time will pass.
And one day, I’ll become a rectangle.
And then a triangle.
And then a polygon.
And then a dozen other shapes over time.
So don’t love me as a circle.
Love me as a line.
And then any shape I’m in,
Will always be just fine.