It wasn't a room like any other/ Not a room in the traditional sense/ We did not have the four walls/ Though how we wish we did.
Our four walls/ Each set separated by hundreds of miles/ It wasn't your eyes at first.
First your words/ My brain wracking to imagine what you sounded like.
After a week of genuine you-ness/ I met your eyes and my heart followed my ears.
My brain tingled at the sound of your voice/ and my eyes softened at the edges of your smile.
We sat on the phone/ Our four walls finally bridged/ Hours into the night/ Genuine you-ness feeling refreshing.
Like my four walls were your four walls.
About the Creator
Ria
An aspiring writer- My first time being a open book.
My poetry is emotionally driven and my short stories are widely inspired. I hope you find something in my collection that tickles your fancy. Thank you.
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