Booting up & shutting down,
it's an endless dance
between the lit screens
on our open-laptops.
We contribute our verses
into a time & space phenomena,
wondering
if anybody will ever
really understand us.
And what really matters,
trading intimacies,
exchanging barbs,
turning each other on,
shutting each other out,
with the tapping of keys
or the push of a button.
I think
I'm going take my last sip
of sweet iced tea,
log off & go to sleep
dreaming of you.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Booting up & shutting down,
it's an endless dance
between the lit screens
on our open-laptops.
We contribute our verses
into a time & space phenomena,
wondering
if anybody will ever
really understand us.
And what really matters,
trading intimacies,
exchanging barbs,
turning each other on,
shutting each other out,
with the tapping of keys
or the push of a button.
I think
I'm going take my last sip
of sweet iced tea,
log off & go to sleep
dreaming of you.
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