I owe my life to Bernes-Lee and Mark Zuckerberg.
If it wasn't for those two I would have never met you.
You, who makes my heart race every time I hear the familiar ping of notification from my phone.
You, who makes my cheeks red through the speakerphone.
You, who I feel closer to from thousands of miles away than someone three feet in front of me.
I would gladly make those two billionaires all over again if it meant I could talk to you for one more hour.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Portfolio
PoetryI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
