I used to think that my words exist because of you
I write because that is my way to communicate with you
Hoping that you will read this in the next seconds, minutes and hours
Even if you are busy reading other’s piece
This is not a poem. This is not a song. This is not a story
This is my words. This is a message. Unread message
You notice me and you heard my voice not the words
You see me but looks like you got dissapointed
And you ignore me till the end
