While some eat for fun,
others are starving for a single bun.

The days are gone for the baby, who'll be living on its own.
Her teddy will no longer be needed,
Same as her beautiful room.
She'll need to learn how to cook,
or she'll starve herself to death.
Yet there will be no one who'll take a look,
on whether or not she irons her dress.

She will enjoy the freedom and the fun of being away.
And will soon start buying things without thinking how much she pays.
She will love her dream job,
And pretends she is.
For she forgot that her heart was left,
The moment she left the east.

Soon she will feel strange, like something has been lost.
She will find it in bars, in cafes, and even ask her boss.
But it will be too late for the baby to be back home,
For all her life she thought it was her real home.*

(c) ForgottenDiety

We met in a very vast space
where only zeros and ones could activate a magic portal that leads to our address.

A simple 'like' have started it all
Like a bomb that's been waiting to explode.
Like turns to comment then to chats then it turns to video calls that no one knows when would last.

It was too good to be true,
all the sweet nothings and emojis,
all the GIF and vlogs.

I know that one day we'll meet,
not just in that vast space or in our dream,
but in a place where we could touch our hands together,
Without even thinking twice.*

(c) ForgottenDiety