Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
to-her-who-already-knowsPoems
It's just a night where I am checking my phone , picking it up,putting it down, picking it up again, opening our conversation even though there are no new notifications.... can I be the poem and not the poet? The admired and not the admirer? The captured and not the capturer? The written and not the writer? The loved and not the lover? Can you be the reason my success feels complete? The line destiny itself chose to write in my story
0
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 6:15 AM UTC
“Picking Up the Phone Again”
It's just a night where I am checking my phone , picking it up,putting it down, picking it up again, opening our conversation even though there are no new notifications.... can I be the poem and not the poet? The admired and not the admirer? The captured and not the capturer? The written and not the writer? The loved and not the lover? Can you be the reason my success feels complete? The line destiny itself chose to write in my story
To her who already knows
#nonotifications#midnightfeels#unspokenlove#latenightthoughts#silentlonging#waiting#lovewithoutwordsphonechecks#unsentfeelings
to-her-who-already-knows
Written by
to-her-who-already-knows
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 6:15 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem