My Online Crush
Her profile is in my bookmarks,
because on my face she leaves a mark.
Sometimes I thank Zuck Mark,
for making that wall where she pastes her face,
I am addicted to her,
and my online presence is for her.
Some time now I have stalked her,
thanks to tech, she is at hand,
at wee hours my eyes strain on screen,
staring at her zoomed face,
noticing the faintest of change.
I know not her real name,
Neither her age,
her pictures host hundreds of views,
and comments tell I'm not alone,
Yet my determined heart leads me,
I still accept to be duped,
I know she ain't who I think she is,
I know her profile is not a mirror of her,
but that's what I fell in love with.
I didn't fall in love with her voice,
I didn't fall in love with her charm,
I didn't fall in love with her personality,
I fell in love with her profile,
I liked her photos because hundreds also liked,
I fell in love with her edited and cropped photos,
I fell in love with even the most stupid of her posts,
I fell in love with all her updates, personal or not.
Now I fear knowing her, I mean her,
I fear meeting another person,
I fear knowing her real name,
I fear losing my interest in her,
I fear boredom,
I fear loneliness.
I want to remain in the dark,
and be her silent admirer,
I want to remain in the dark, just as she,
Though her darkness is more bright.
Sometimes I feel proud liking her photo first,
I'm not sure if I'll like it when we meet first,
Sometimes I look at her posts ten times,
I'm not sure if I'll listen to her ten times,
Sometimes I save her photos on my phone,
I'm not sure if I'll save her in my abode,
Sometime I read comments on her posts,
I'm not sure if I'll admire men's ogles on her,
Sometime I share her sweet seductive posts,
I'm not sure if I'll shout out when she whispers them to me.
Well, I choose to remain happy,
remain on her good side,
Lest she blocks me,
and adds worry to me.
because on my face she leaves a mark.
Sometimes I thank Zuck Mark,
for making that wall where she pastes her face,
I am addicted to her,
and my online presence is for her.
Some time now I have stalked her,
thanks to tech, she is at hand,
at wee hours my eyes strain on screen,
staring at her zoomed face,
noticing the faintest of change.
I know not her real name,
Neither her age,
her pictures host hundreds of views,
and comments tell I'm not alone,
Yet my determined heart leads me,
I still accept to be duped,
I know she ain't who I think she is,
I know her profile is not a mirror of her,
but that's what I fell in love with.
I didn't fall in love with her voice,
I didn't fall in love with her charm,
I didn't fall in love with her personality,
I fell in love with her profile,
I liked her photos because hundreds also liked,
I fell in love with her edited and cropped photos,
I fell in love with even the most stupid of her posts,
I fell in love with all her updates, personal or not.
Now I fear knowing her, I mean her,
I fear meeting another person,
I fear knowing her real name,
I fear losing my interest in her,
I fear boredom,
I fear loneliness.
I want to remain in the dark,
and be her silent admirer,
I want to remain in the dark, just as she,
Though her darkness is more bright.
Sometimes I feel proud liking her photo first,
I'm not sure if I'll like it when we meet first,
Sometimes I look at her posts ten times,
I'm not sure if I'll listen to her ten times,
Sometimes I save her photos on my phone,
I'm not sure if I'll save her in my abode,
Sometime I read comments on her posts,
I'm not sure if I'll admire men's ogles on her,
Sometime I share her sweet seductive posts,
I'm not sure if I'll shout out when she whispers them to me.
Well, I choose to remain happy,
remain on her good side,
Lest she blocks me,
and adds worry to me.
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