(A poem written in the SMS-like style)
Voice, ring the cell! But u r silent,
& I am guessin y it's so,
& I'm no longer sweetly smilin
@ msg sent 3 days ago.
Who is so sensitive? So cruel?
Who is it teasin? U or me?
I can refill my cell w 'fuel'
But not the empty heart in me.
It's u who makes my heart elatin,
Gives energy & sex appeal -
I'm burnin now, I hate word "waitin"!
Will u appear 2 prove love's real?