Hot and cold

The dance of a relationship,

like the journey of the bud to a flower,

is sometimes full of hope,

but sometimes, you wait, to see,

Will it flower?

or…. is the desire premature?

You reply to her messages,

longing for a reply, a curt conversation,

there is a reply, a mere like, maybe a word,

but nothing more.

It feels rude, but not ignored,

the conversation never flows,

a waste of time, it’s too cold,

then there is a message, you skip a beat,

Longing for more…

does she like you, maybe no,

it’s never sure, but should it though?

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