This all I have
a handful of words and a 3.5 inch screen
The words glow against the white screen
Mocking smiling crying beckoning you to feel them
And then there is you
What do you do with my words ?
Do you despise them ? Do you like them ? Do you mock them ? Do you smile at them ? Do they touch your heart ?
or maybe they are insignificant to you like dust on tabletops
But all I can do is wonder
Because this all I have some broken , dying words and a dead screen