tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970183390371794552024-02-09T01:28:55.063+05:30The Bard In MeBubbasamuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077773456371573384noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397018339037179455.post-51926739598372297262007-05-07T21:21:00.000+05:302007-05-07T21:22:27.293+05:30Digital SalvationSitting up in front of the console at the unearthly hour<br />Fingers fidgeting on the keyboard in anticipation<br />thoughts running down dreaded dark tunnels<br />Will she reply back with those<br />Three little words I so want to read?<br />Or will she ignore me and message never more?<br />A cold sweat breaks upon my forehead,<br />As I see her tab on the taskbar blink<br />My shivering hand grasps the mouse<br />The click sounding louder than a nuclear blast<br />A hot held up breath escapes my sweaty nostrils<br />As the words i wished for stand boldly printed<br />‘Yes I do’<br />This is my digital salvation<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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