Every morning you would send me a text to kickstart my day,
It would be short and sweet but straight to the point,
Now you've changed with the seasons,
Your presence invites a cold breeze that freezes my inbox so I can't reply,
And when I wouldn't reply you wouldn't be bothered,
Don't you wanna text me no more?
Then summer came with its scorching afternoon heat and warm thunderous evenings,
And that's when you were persistent with your heated arguments over voice note melting my inbox,
So this season I could reply,
I would reply with cool and carm words that I thought would tame you,
But to them you wouldn't reply,
Don't you wanna text me no more?
And when the seasons would overlap because of the monotony of life,
I grew tired of your changing monotony,
And although I would crave your reply,
Don't ever text me no more.
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Poignancies.
PoetryThis is an anthology of poems that sum up my experiences during the 18 years that I've been alive. All work is original including the cover art but not the media.
