This is a whole different kind of love.
How we take that phone in our hand,
& get lost somewhere in between our fingers & the mind.
We know that the screen is damaging our eyes,
but we just don't care because the other person never makes us wait for replies.
Looks are never an issue here,
as those words from their heart are just lovely to hear.
It's kind of weird,
that we go on chatting for hours without even getting tired.
How we built a deep trust with that person,
that we share things which we never tell any other person.
How we love the fact that the other person feels the same way for so many things as we do,
which makes our mind just blew.
How we just don't care if the battery is dying,
as we can't leave that deep conversation flying.
Those chat backups we make,
those screenshots we take,
all those efforts we make,
just to save all those special memories & feelings somewhere safe because we know that none of it is fake!
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Wisdom of an Old Soul
Poetry"I bleed words through the scars of emotions, I take those and turn them into poetic notions" Whenever I go through emotional roller coasters, words are always there for my heart's rescue. I believe whatever I have expressed in my Poems and Thoughts...
