Novarain

Ålbin

One day you can be enamored with me through a screen

Casting spells over the pixels in your computer 

So that when I hold my phone up in the air the pixie dust

Sprinkles over my faces and blesses me with a minute of euphoria

You had been blessed from the gods above

And had been sent to me by chance 

For the right reasons 

At the wrong time

 

When I accidentally lost my grip on you I had cried 

And tried to reach out

 

But you’re thousands of miles away



And you’ve probably already forgotten about me