My Diaries

I'm made of a metal... That's soft to touch Yet hard to break... Whose atoms were loose when born Crystallized growing up... Which melted like an ice cream years ago Now so ice cold that a volcano can't melt... Which humans could never see nor touch But have always felt it with their heart... The thumping in life was inevitable So was the transformation... My heart's made of God's metal...

 From the time I say Gdmng to the time i say Gdnyt... The wait to say Gdmng after the Gdnyt I texted in the early night... You know the wait to txt u kills me... Though these r the only 2 msgs we share in a day... A reply from you makes my heart flow, it makes my day and it puts me to sleep... I wonder when you get bored of these and stop replying... Would my heart stop tooo...