Our ego limits us to speaking like normal beings,
But our hearts open up to our vague greetings,
Our ego too huge to handle social settings,
But our hearts softens to Instagram postings.

I saw the blue skies and the white sandy beach,
Through my fingerprint-infested mobile screen,
I saw the description of a struggling friendship,
But our egos forced us to ignore it with a grin.

But deep inside our hearts, I know, you know,
That this petty tussle could and should well end,
But you've your sense of self that needs protection,
And I have a self-worth that can’t take anymore bend.

I so wish it was that simple and easy,
Maybe it is; maybe we’re just lazy,
Maybe, heck, that posting was not even for me,
But maybe you wrote it for me so very vaguely.

It is so funny, peculiar and terribly ironic,
That we know in our hearts we’d like to be talking,
But instead we give in to our misguided strengths,
To be so willing to let go off this precious thing.

I guess I should be making the first move,
But I so ****** wish I didn't have to,
Maybe there is war raging in my head,
Talk to you – do I do or do I not do.

Perhaps time will tell and we shall wait,
Hopefully our fire will not dim a bit,
But if it does and it burns to its end,
Perhaps we were never what we need.