She wasn't hopeful that you would spread your bare hands to grasp her cranky soul.
When she thought of prank, she would've thought that idea- was you.
Your name is brighter than the monitor, that it would lit her up, burn her face red, but she never knew.
Time is not always enough every time she shares part of herself to you, and for her, it will be the longest blissful five minutes of the clock's tick-tock.
She's glad to wait for that bosh message of yours.
Only to know that your heart belongs to a girl you knew last December.
But you got the trophy, she gave up her whole humanness to a stranger she barely speak to.
It was like a flash of light when she wrote, "Yes!".
Now, she is clueless that bees are coming to sting her chest for the pain she did not ask for.