My life is like an email account
It's all mine and only mine,
Get a unique username
Protected myself with password;
Compose, Type and Send
My thoughts to her,
Inbox, Receive and See
Her thoughts for me.

Many times it's good
Some times it's not,
God is the service provider
Charging my every chat;
One after the another
Hinders my way,
But effort after effort
I toil hard to pay.

I am patient
But she is not,
She lost the taste
As she blocks me off;
I feel alone
Waiting for her in inbox,
Then one day find God
Waiting for me in spam.