friends
Sep. 2nd 12:07 AM 2009
Friends Without FacesWe sit and type,and we stare at our screensWe all have to wonder,what this possibly means.With our mouse we roam,through the rooms in a mazelooking for something or someone,as we sit in a daze.we chat with each other,we type all our woessmall groups we do form,and gang up on our foes.we wait for somebody,to type our nameWe want recognition,but it is always the sameWe give kisses and hugs,and sometimes flirtin IMs we chat deeply,and reveal why we hurt.We do form friendsbut-why we don't knowbut some of these friendships,will flourish and grow.Why is it on screen,we can be so boldTelling our secrets,that have never been told.Why is it we share,the thoughts in our mindWith those we can't see,as though we were blind.The answer is simple,it is as clear as a bell.We all have problems,and need someone to tell.We can't tell real people,but tell someone we mustso we turn to the 'puter,and those we can trust.Even though it is crazy,the truth still remainsThey are bestfriends without Faces,with odd little names.and you are 1 of them thanks for beeing my friend