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Oct 2014
Are you surfing tonight?
Will you email me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?

Dose your computer memory stray?
To that bright summer’s day
When I PM'd you,
And called you sweetheart.

Dose the chair next to your computer,
Seem empty and bare.
Do you gaze at you monitor,
And picture me there.

Is your heart filled with pain?
Shall I text him again?
Tell me dear; are you surfing to night?

I wonder if your chatting tonight,
They say the worlds a stage
And Facebook is where we met.

You chatted with me so freely,
And never missed a queue.
Then your emails changed,
You acted strange, and why i never knew.

Honey! you lied when you said you loved me,
I had no reason to doubt you.
But I'd rather go on reading your lies,
Than go on Facebook without you.

Now my screen is bare,
And am sitting here
With, "your blocked" all around

And if you won’t come and chat to me
Then they can close Facebook down.

Do you think me insane,
I'll never PM him again,
Tell me dear are you surfing tonight?
Sheila Hackett
Written by
Sheila Hackett  Lancaster
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