Fridates Poem by Kriztan Rei Palces

Fridays,2am, i open my eyes
waiting for dawn's lovely delight
username and password is typed
and kerropike's green on skype

on both ends, there found me and you
meeting in the only possible way we knew
seizing each and every tic of the clock
this is life, 'till you're back

it's not easy, for the screen offers no warmth
no comfort that can be found in each other's arms
good thing, there are kisses that fly
the hope that beats a thousand miles

what usually weakens strengthens us
for we cling on to the promise of christmas
and what's keeping our arms and lips apart
pulls together our so longing hearts