I find myself is misery,
Thinking of you.
It seems so pathetic,
So naive, It's true.
I'm falling for you,
or at least the words you type.
It is stupid.
Internet love,
Downloading into our hearts.
I've seen your photo,
I know your sweet smile.
I read the text,
Knowing you more and more each night.
I've stayed up for hours,
Just spending time with you.
Chatted on the phone,
Listened to your voice.
I feel as if I know you,
But really I probably don't.
What if when we meet,
The image that I have created of you,
Just isn't anything at all like the bloke you are?
What if the love that I have reserved for you,
Is just getting wasted?
What if I am just a blinded fool?
