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I am staring at the phone
waiting for its red screen to blink
I wait an expectant minute,
WTH
I pick it up and type you a message,
I read it again, I re-type, read, re-type
So much to tell you,
So much to write you,
I am going to write it all,
In this moment words don’t fail me.
Wait a minute!
No, I am not sending them,
Minutes of pretended diversion,
And then
Stare, wait, pick, WTH, words, type, End.
Emotions filling up the heart,
(ah! Not so much drama)
Words forming in the head,
Fingers typing them out on the red screen,
the same fingers pressing the red button.
Stare, wait, pick, WTH, words, type, End.
Who wants the words?
Forget the words, erase the words,
Who cares about grammar?
Throw the keyboard out.
We love our silence, don’t we?
between us, it speaks a thousand,
(Avoid clichés! Avoid clichés!)
But we are about them, the words,
We can’t do without them,
We won’t last an hour without them
WTH
I am going out to look for the keyboard,
I am glad I didn’t burn it.
It’s been very long, 16 hours to be precise.
I feel like a carton after someone sucked out the last drop.
(Couldn’t think of anything better?? stop dramatizing, now!)
Actually, I feel like a balloon that can’t take more Helium.
(yeah, that’s heavier than Hydrogen)
Words have been filling since morning,
Words with meanings,
Sentences with meaningless words.
Some said already a thousand times over, (clichéd again!)
Some still craving for their meanings (ah! this is original)
WTH
WTH
WTH
Pick, WTH, words, type, End.
End
End
End.
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