Anya Lord


He's Missing Me - Poem by Anya Lord

As Im sitting here at home constantly looking at and checking my phone,

I'm waiting for a msg,
A someone needs you tone,

How is she?
What's she doing?
of her I'm always thinking,

And then it arrives,
That green flashing light,
She's thinking of me and that she's alright,

Then I relax and on my face a big grin,
my strong special girl,
For the win

Topic(s) of this poem: Love


Poet's Notes about The Poem

All these poems are written by my fella and he has given me permission to post them on his behalf

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 7, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 7, 2015


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