Frantic and frequent.
Do I peer into my screen.
Wondering when you will message.
Wondering what your doing.Each time I look.
I see you.
Filling my heart with something foreign.
Joy.But it's not you.
It's a still image.
And your a ever moving abstract painting.
It captures a moment, not a person.I want to see you
I think I want you beside me
I think you fill my mind
I love youSo this is horrendous sorry for anyone that decided to read this
