Random poem

I want you.

I want you.

But it seems like you don't understand.

I gives you hint.

I really want you.

I miss you.

I'm waiting for your text everyday.

I waited day and night.

Non-stop.

Constantly on my mind.

Reading through the text we used to had,

and want to have more like this.

You never drop me a text.

I want you to text me.

I wait for you to text me.

I had made enough first moved.

Everytime, I wish my phone screen appear your name.

But it never appear...

I wanted to tell you so badly.

That I miss you.

But, I guess those hints I've given is obvious enough.

And

I told myself it's impossible to do so.

I don't want to be the one who said everything again.

I guess I'm tired too.

So I'll wait behind the phone screen.

Secretly, waiting for you....

and telling myself I want you. I miss you...