Infatuation

A Poem by gianna iuliucci

heart raceing as my palms sweat

i ache for the moment when our eyes met

my text sent to you

its been a minute or 2

*buzzzzzzzzz*

Is that you vibrating?

It could be my phone dying

but i wish it was you replying

maybe i should just take a nap

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Added on July 2, 2017
Last Updated on July 2, 2017
Tags: gay, phone, modern

I'm Gianna and I like music and Netflix, a lot. I like to pretend I'm funny and I carry around a hammer, so you should probably play along. more..

time ends

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