This is a poem about somebody who stores their feelings in their phone, ushering them to speak about their true feelings instead \ud83d\ude07<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I would hate to see your notes on your phone,
Because it’s private and no – one is to of known,
Of what goes on inside your head,
But I would like to take a minute and write for you instead,
I feel the waves of your confusion,
I know it is not all a part of delusion,
I also know it is all real,
Even if sometimes it feels so surreal,
Pages upon pages of misery and magic,
The thoughts that are left are lost and painful, its tragic,
Years upon years of thumbs tapping,
Hours upon hours of temporal remapping,
But it doesn’t work,
It’s all a moment lasting dopamine perk,
So back to the pages of rhyme and reason,
But your thoughts are only feeling more like treason,
Sucking the air and tones from your voice,
Although talking properly is always a human choice,
You can say what you need to say when you are in that moment,
But please promise to speak for you too, so your future isn’t stolen \ud83e\udef6\ud83c\udffd<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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