I Just Wrote A Text

I just wrote a text

With my hand and a pen

A few lines about the weather

A simple copy paste

She replied with a letter

Saying all about my character

My soul and my desires

She analyses the shapes, the space, the speed

The hues of the ink

Is this 6th sense or science ?

Cause she saw all my mind

In a few hand written lines

Life is too short to hate somebody you used to love

Life continues without you

But the node got undone even more

When I understood

We couldn't be friends

I was hoping for some extra time

Some extra confidences and extra smiles

I was hoping for a new page

But you deleted the memories

And deleted me from your heart

And mine got a second down

When I understood

We couldn't be friends

All is about cycles , there are books you've read, books you want to read and some you're actually reading , it's a cycle which never ends , like the laundry, and like the relationships , we're just in the middle of cycles

“I’m afraid of time… I mean, I’m afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I’m afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. You can’t fix them without time.”

— Ann Brashares