My first love, my trusty phone
Eight years together, we've grown
With every tap and every swipe,
Our bond just grows, it doesn't rip.
When life gets tough, it's always near,
A source of comfort, wiping away my tear.
It holds my memories, my every thought,
With it by my side, I can never be fought.
It's been my friend, my confidant too,
And I promise to cherish it, my love for you.
It's not just a device, it's part of my heart,
Together we'll journey, never to part.
So here's to you, my dear old friend,
Eight years and counting, until the end.
Our bond is unbreakable, our love pure and true,
My first love, always and forever, I love you.
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Nova
As an article writer and poet, I am excited to share my knowledge and creativity with the world. I bring accuracy and attention to detail to my writing, thoroughly researching topics for my articles and pouring my emotions into my poems.
The Singer So Shy
She stood near the cold fireplace, watching the second-hand tick down to the hour. In another minute, the clock's bird would emerge and warble the hour. She reached up and touched the clock, tracing the gentle slope of the farmhouse roof, then trailing down the lilac strewn side, to the white fence framed dooryard. She wished she was there, where the air would smell of lilacs rather than smoke.
By Judah LoVato4 days ago in Fiction
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