Another poem...

Another poem, finger on the button, and I’m nervous

Press “send” but on the other side there’s no service.

You turn my poems homeless -

Leave outside your homies,

Pretending to be deaf to their knocks

You peek at them through peephole in the dark.

And when Sun comes around

You’ll wear your conniving attire,

Attack the darkness in my heart with smiling fire,

But one-on-one at night with your Mac Air

You’ll once again, skim through my feelings

on your screen - how so unfair.

 

-to M.A.

Reviews

[FIN]

Aw, this is beautiful.

Very lovely way of capturing your expression of heart and soul while others just pass you by with their "Mac Airs"

I see you, Anonymous--feel, you.

You aren't going unnoticed; bet you have more silent admirers than you'd expect. You've got talent that I appreciate dearly.

Much love to you, Anonymous, much love,

LR

[Anonymous]

Thank you for your review! My poetry is always open to interpretation, and I think that gives people an opportunity to see something they can relate to.