It's not fake

A girl, a lonely girl.

She watches crickets chirp-

and she listens to stars shine.

Her life is normal,

                   comfy,

                         unformal.

Her love is twisted wind.

wrapping around a pile of debris,

whisping it to a twister.

it's confused love.

                   No ones asked her to dance

                             invisible romance.

But there on the chair

she can sit and type another life away.

                   She can hear

                              he can say

     "I love you"

                         

Reviews

[Ayesha Atif]

BEAUTIFUL. :)
It's nicely written.
Go on!