Everyday when my electronic heart beeps;
Before clicking “read”,
I prefer tossing a coin,
To have an inkling of
what my love would bring me today.
After reading those deciding words;
I remind my eyes,
Of those intoxicating days,
When love was at its peak.
Reminiscence of our togetherness,
When we had three hands and,
One soul;
Soothes my wounded tears.
Sometimes my luck favors my love;
When I am missed,
Needed,
Desired to be loved forever.
Those graphical yet so warm
hugs, hallucinating voice,
That one enticing call just for
saying, “I love you!”;
Pulls me from within.
Sends me back to the place,
With open arms and smile,
Where once I wept.
Doesn’t want me to love him,
And never allows me to leave.
I am addicted to his game of love,
Where I always play to lose…
Ms.V U
M.I.I.T
TOPIC: It will heal with time; Maybe
'Campus Writing' 