love on Friendster
I’m watching that bracketed number increasing
I’m getting known
I’m getting known
I used to be weedy and lame
no one knew me
was all alone
dark; emo
then I found you, grey face of LIGHT
clicked on a few buttons
posted a picture
wrote a few words
I said I was cool, and so
I was; was athletic
and so I was.
they thought I was
and I almost felt like it.
made Friends with just anyone
testis, comments, tags
made me THEIR bud
we had known for forever (almost)
and I -
I love you.
love your tender testimonial
love your friends,
the profile you deign to include
you touch me with your pictures
the only window I have of you.
I see your face and go numb, staring
into your stationary eyes.
enamoured of your immortalized face
hoping you would look back at me.
you never do
(but that doesn’t matter -
I love you.
I love you.)
let’s marry.
interesting poem if thats the intention of it
o: you are very talented! your poetry moves me profoundly.