It was Monday evening
My phone popped with a notification
Who knew that it was just a start
Of an unknown conversation.
It just started with a wrong call
I guess that was enough for me to fall...
The days passed
And the talks grew
I loved talking to him
And so wished that he knew
He was just a friend
Like any other of course
Until I found myself crying
At thought of being apart
That made me think
What is making me sink
The talks were so much linked
I started imagining him with just a blink.
I know I know it's weird
But little do you know
That this affection always feared
What if someday he just disappeared?
YOU ARE READING
A Bunch
PoesíaThis book is all about how and what feelings a person has when he/she finds out that he/she is in love. The puzzled feeling one has about what is love. It expresses the doubts, self consciousness, insecurities, struggles in expressing yourself and m...
