Late at night lately
I've been writing poetry...

Late at night
I've been listening...

Taken a pic with a lollipop
she looks sweet with it...

I didn't get to hear
What I wanted to hear...

In and out of the cherry window
She sees a kite flying high and low...

It all started with a smile
nothing more than of pure innocence...

We rarely talk nowadays
You've been gone for days...

I punk'd her once
I punk'd her twice...

I took a journey
with no pit stop...

It's 3 in the morning again
I'm staring at the comp again...

It seems as if
she could read my mind...

It's a digital affair
we can only stop and stare...