The pretty facebook girl (part 2)

Some thing happenened.

The pretty facebook girl (part 2)

My stoumache turned to butterflies.
She accepted my friend reqeust.
It's funny how time flies.
She is the best.

A few months ago I first saw her, I fell in love.
Now I'm talking to her, free as a dove.

She doesn't mind meeting through facebook.
Of that, I like the look.

Maybe with her I'll finally be happy.
Like a toddler doing his nappy.

When I take my nappy I'll dream of her.
Dreaming of the couple, we never were.

Author's Note

Please don't think I'm creepy... haha

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A good poem. Thank you for sharing...:)

[Kirbyfactor]

Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[J Todd Underhill]

No Creepiness at all. Well done for a continuation. I wrote my two parts a week apart. The first was a snow storm and the second was a thunder storm, but I like your take in this one as well.