- Non-Erotic Poetry
- White Box Romance
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Click hereI sit staring at that
white box, waiting for
a message that never comes.
A blinking cursor that
mimics my heartbeat. Counting
the seconds . . . the minutes.
Remembering the days when
that box was filled with
words to make me blush.
Black and white sayings
that left me breathless,
excited . . . wanting you.
Now, a hello is even
a struggle. Passion
turned to friendly chats.
Goodbyes that break
the heart. Memories that
linger and will soon fade.
And so I sit here, waiting
Watching a white, empty box
and a blinking cursor
that have become my enemy.
- COMMENTS
she_is_my_addictionover 19 years agoBeautiful, babe. This is one I can truly relate to and understand. Amazing how things seem to change so suddenly isn't it? Makes you want to ask questions, but then you can't ask all the right ones. *sigh* Beautiful work hon.
Christina O. Leighover 19 years agoOh boy, this is a killer! Written wonderfully but you almost made me cry. Good job drawing the reader in. I know this feeling :sigh:
tungtied2uover 19 years agoCoversational in approach....helps to put across the sense of loss you feel. Thanks ,Honey
