Watching her words come across my screen.
I try to feel her meanings
imagine her fingers gliding across her keyboard.
What does she think?
What does she feel?
All questions I wish the world could answer for me.
But her heart belongs to another.
So I console myself with her words
that come across my screen.
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Watching his sweet words come across my screen.
He told me how he feels about me.
I got a strange feeling slowly gliding inside my heart.
I don’t know how to behave, nor do I know how to reply.
What if he told me lies?
What if he is like a butterfly?
All questions only ‘time’ could answer for me.
So I keep waiting
hoping he really meant as his sweet words
that come across my screen.
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You know I've tried to grapple with this problem on here since I first found this medium. I suspect it has probably defeated me. In the end words are inadequate and I think it has even gotten me into more trouble than its worth. You have reinforced so many of my own thoughts (and poems). Thanks for sharing.
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