I live in your notifications
And old forgotten conversations
I must make a quick confession
I have a very strange obsession
And also not to mention
You get quite a lot of attention
I'm that red blinking dot
That doesn't go away
And you don't upon me up
Because you're scared of what I might say
Notifications don't do sh♡t for you
Oh god what am I supposed to do
I see you liking, posting
Loving, facebook feed, boasting
But I stay in your notifications
And old forgotten conversations
YOU ARE READING
I think I would like to say something
Poetryshe doesn't speak much, but she writes. she writes beautiful. she writes in roses and soap and lavender. she writes poetry.
