When I open my profile

I find it empty

Even if there are messages twenty.

You did not send one today

How is it you forget to play?

When you don’t send

Your love by post

A poem I need to compose

When to you it I post

Do you smile?

Or it’s from a ghost?

Like I think you would

Would you be flying?

To kiss me if you could

Were you just only

Pulling my leg perhaps

Its time we went along

On our own diverse ways

My love is scattered

In the woods of life

My ego is smouldering away

You have cancer of your Ego

As you say I have mine today

So I want from you to stay away.

Okay, no I’m joking

It’s my way of expressing

Love silently

When will you come again?

My love my way