Late at night,
Her phone sings a tune.
An enticing melody.
A name flashes .
Her eyes become glowing stars.
Her fingers dart to the screen.
But halt before hitting it
They hover above the two
Choices.
Green or red.
Answer or deny.
Part of her needs to hear
His dulcet tones.
Part of her
Can\'t stand the sight of his name.
Why does a beautiful, young girl
Measure her self worth
On whether he bothers to
Call or even message.
It\'s the tale as old as time.
A girl,
Infatuated by a boy
Who has done nothing to
Deserve her.