CLICK
maybe in five years time
I’ll suddenly cross your mind
and you’ll wonder
what that starry-eyed girl
(who was so desperately in love with you)
is up to now
your finger will hover over the green dot
next to my name…
click.
you didn’t know that I cut my hair
click.
or that I left the suburb next to the sea
click.
to make a life in the city that never sleeps
your finger will hover over the green dot
next to my name…
but you do not
click.
