I always wake up at exactly 3 am. I don't know whether my body clock is already been ruined but my body just keep on waking up at a certain time. The first thing that I'll do is to open my phone, turn on my cellular data and check if there's a notification from you. A familiar 'ding' sound coming out to the speakers of my phone, automatically drew a smile on my face. The exhaustion I felt from the day before was vanished whenever I read your words. Scrolling and scrolling down 'til I see the last post you had yesterday. Here I am smiling like a fool, my face flashing in the darkness of my room. Your simple words drive me insane. Your made up poems that aren't for me — yet still give this tingling sensation lingering inside my stomach. The way you tell your day somehow makes me laugh and sad at the time. It seems like we have a connection tied up with strings even though we're miles apart.
YOU ARE READING
HDAWFIL (on-going)
Poetryin the world full of chocolates and roses here's a book full of my proses to the girl I love hope you'll like this
