My diary
From a corner in the closet
All sad and teary, would say to me:
Where have you been?
We haven't met lately.
At twenty you wrote aplenty
I knew your secret crushes
And what brought on your blushes
I knew what made you happy
What made you sad
I knew when you were mad
Your dreams and aspirations
Your longings and frustrations
What's this I see you engrossed in?
Twitter, Facebook, Instagram
This virtual world
I simply don't understand
My head is spinning, my heart is breaking
Spare a thought for me
Tell me you still love me.
Diary is a loner!
ReplyDeleteYes, in the virtual world, the diary is a loner.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading my poem.
ReplyDeleteCorrectly said, Marietta. In the digital world, diaries have become lonely.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading my poem Geethica.
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