When miss warm embraces met mister cold faces
World war 3 might as well have happened
They started chatting
She fell right into his lap and
Passing by conversations in the hall turned to
Late night texting
About the epiphanies of the world
She had much love to give and he had none at all
He was never the type to fall in love
He had a bit too many pushes and shoves
But she breathed affection
She emulated it in every smile and gesture
He got the best of her
When miss light in her eyes met mister who tells lies
Late night texting makes
His fingers bleed
The dopamine of every notification
Seeping in their veins
Its...