• Maybe it's different.
    We're not just talking.
    My heart is pounding.
    My thoughts are racing.

    I'm excited this time.
    And I can't stop thinking.
    It could be the conversation,
    that kick starts our life.

    I'm probably wrong.
    It's just another message.
    Asking me how I'm doing.
    And I'll answer it like normal.

    "I'm fine," I'll say.
    As my heart tumbles quickly,
    from its pedestal so high.

    This message I've read,
    it broke my heart.
    I knew it was the same.
    Like every other day.

    My hopes are no longer high.
    They've lost their strength so fast.
    I've given up on you.
    Like you've never tried for me.

    Cause I thought it would be different this time.
    Not my normal, everyday messaging.
    Like a chance that comes once.
    Like a dream that comes true.

    But no.
    It was the same.
    The same as every other one.