Computer love
how come we haven't even met
haven't even smelt your freshness
brushed your hand,
had voice recognition yet
how come I've been to bed
and haven't slept yet
can't get u up outta my head
what's next?
this poem, then a txt?
Don't worry I ain't obsessed
Won't be boiling bunny's, dread!
But do want to taste your breath
See you smile, touch your chest
And not over the damn internet!!!
This is Urban Poet in full effect
Peace! I gotta jet.
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