Poem

This screen stares back blankley, As I look into your pixilated eyes, And try my best to understand who you are, And what you're feeling, Every fact I could know is mine for the taking, Here on your page I find my self caught, By the glare of these photographs, That are muted in color yet so vivid in emotion, My heart skips a beat, Though you could never hear it, Everytime "NEW COMMENT" appears on my page, From Heartbeats... these words are inspired, Times new roman 12 point, no matter what color, Could never say what I do in pen, Nor coarse soft spoken voice, What I feel about you, Yet, when at some point in time, When our paths cross in the real world, Silence is my keyboard, And I'm forced to admire you, Through this square window of reality.