you can't email a hug
you can't text an elbow to the ribs
you can't. No matter how hard you try.
you may make me laugh by sharing a photo,
but you'll never see the sadness that the "Haha"s that I respond with mask.
When you text me after a fight "I sry, r u ok?"
you don't see me shake my head, or wipe away the tears as I type back:
"yea, I'm fine. are you?"
They say girls are confusing,
but 'social' media is even more!
If you'd just stop and listen for more than two seconds, then I would make sense!
It's hard to tell the if we're A.I.s or people,
because of how much we rely on technology.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
you can't email a hug
you can't text an elbow to the ribs
you can't. No matter how hard you try.
you may make me laugh by sharing a photo,
but you'll never see the sadness that the "Haha"s that I respond with mask.
When you text me after a fight "I sry, r u ok?"
you don't see me shake my head, or wipe away the tears as I type back:
"yea, I'm fine. are you?"
They say girls are confusing,
but 'social' media is even more!
If you'd just stop and listen for more than two seconds, then I would make sense!
It's hard to tell the if we're A.I.s or people,
because of how much we rely on technology.
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