Hooray! You finally grew a backbone
And let your feelings of love for a girl be known.
Now, while waiting for a dilatory reply,
The hours are slowly trickling by.
Ardently, you emulate Romeo,
Accentuating your feelings of wistful woe.
The world around you stands still
While you pluck petals from a daffodil.
“She loves me, she loves me not,” you say,
“But I will always love her, come what may.”
The words dribble sweetly off of your lips,
Only to melt at your trembling fingertips.
In an attempt to soothe your worrisome pain,
You decide to message her once again.
But after you turn on your phone and swipe to her photo,
You read with horror…“message seen 6 hours ago.”