This story never started cold,
On day one, about you i was told,
When we met my existence was sold,
A slave to you my feelings fold.
To my heart you became known,
To my life you felt like home.
Now i see you all grown,
And oh my i am blown.
This connection is growing from pixels,
Temporary yes, but its still firing missiles,
And everyday it sends me vibrative jiggles,
when you appear, its my chest this heart tickles.
©listen
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