A Meeting

He wishes to meet
To see her infront of his eyes,
Her touch is what he desires
He is scared, what if this is all but a lie?

She feels his plight
Her heart still with her mind, fights,
Meeting him would be a mistake,
So with a smile her mind wins the fight and she softly denies.

Fear is the reason
Behind this fight,
This clearly is a treason
For the hearts of the poor girl and guy.

Together they stay
All day and night,
Texts of their love
Potray the whole sight.

Yet, they choose to instead, have fun,
They never acknowlegdes their emotions and before they realised
The whole materialistic love was done.

I pity their hearts
That slowly cry at this sight,
I pity the tears
That slowly escape my eyes at their plight.