I sit on the bench, staring at the screen
waiting for her message, that would be read with keen
two times a day, I greet her good morning and good night
expecting a reply, that I would read with delight
she says she is busy, she will talk later
there is no end to my anxiety, for I am addicted to her nature
when awake at night, we have a chat
she drifts to sleep, leaving my inbox blank
I wait staring at the screen, a message pops
There are no unread messages, in your inbox.
Don't we all go through this at least once? ;) :D
We do, i swear we all do :)
ReplyDeleteWhose the one for you ?
There is no one for me...
ReplyDeletewhat you see in any of my poems are just ruins of illusions that I used to live in :)
yes we do..i mean yes i do it all the time..its amazing how that one message could make you smile till it reaches your eyes :):)
ReplyDeleteWow.. This is so easy to relate. Everybody experiences this. :)
ReplyDeleteWell written!
TOSOM
ReplyDeleteright :)
thanks philo :)
Nice..!
ReplyDeleteHope she replies soon, knowing the fact that you care so much!
Good read!
Hate to break it to you, but I wrote this poem a more than a month ago. Now it's all over
ReplyDeleteI don't even know if it's right to say it's over cause it never even started
read with keen? :P hehe
ReplyDeleteWoah thoe O_o sweet ending
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