Some wonder what is it about phones that make us so distant,
Popular girls and jock boys.
Behind their phones they could've been more than toys,
Perhaps that's why we all love it, the way it connects us in different ways.
The way it endangers us and makes us waylaid.
Hearts are toyed with over social media
Men find ways to torture the weaker,
A girls life could be turned upside down,
All with a photo and a mothers frown.
Now a boy could be abused
He hides behind his phone and avoids the rues,
He cries at night
But his phone emits a soft light.
A girl older than he knows now uses his weak pose,
Takes all she can.
Now he's a name of sadness and,
Now he's on the newspaper, reported suicide.
Think before you speak, put down your phone and open your beak.
Release the tormented words in your heart,
Let someone help you when you break apart.
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~Violetxrose1235
YOU ARE READING
The Words Of A Rose
PoésieA ll the words in my head unspoken P eople who don't know my song O ver the world now E ven in the north and south M ay my words find you B efore my time ends Y ou will know me M eet me in the shape of poetry E ventually this will be my lega...
