thewriterinthesky

I try and talk to you to start a conversation, 
          	I try and make you gaze into my eyes but they just reflect back to your phone. Who was I meant to be? Why did you put me here for love and nurture; but you give more TLC to YOUR phone then You do to me. 

thewriterinthesky

I try and talk to you to start a conversation, 
          I try and make you gaze into my eyes but they just reflect back to your phone. Who was I meant to be? Why did you put me here for love and nurture; but you give more TLC to YOUR phone then You do to me.