Time’s a’ wasting
Days, hours, minutes and seconds.
You sit back and wonder again-
‘How did I let this happen?
What on earth has come over me?’
But we both know there’s never one answer.
There just may never be.
This past-time is tedious
I’m sure you would agree.
It absconds with all your time
And often leaves you unhappy.
You barely exist
And they’re really not to blame–
If you let their attractive traits
Steal your naïve little heart away.
They’re the frame of emotions
I find most tiring.
If you never had one,
I won’t anticipate you understanding.
You go all ‘Sherlock Holmes’ on the matter
Hoping to feel like a part of their lives;
And there you always thought
You weren’t the curious type.
On every platform you legally can.
Facebook, twitter, google, myspace
And of course, instagram.
They really can do no wrong by you
And their every word is law.
And if a hater should so dare contradict-
Absent would be the hesitation to eat them raw.
They are characteristic of their name
But often have no clue,
What their mere existence on earth
Daily does to you.
An over imaginative mind is torture
In situations such as these;
Because while they still barely know your name
You’ve decided the wedding date – and named your kids.
There’s no end to the inner confusion—
At least it feels so while these sentiments endure.
But when you force the emotions to fade away
Self-inflicted stress walks out the door.
The weirdest thing is, on few occasions,
Fate graciously turns the tables round.
And by the time they realize how awesome you are
Those roller-coaster feelings would have ceased to abound.