MY PHONE

 

I live with it.
I survive with it.
I depend on it.
More like a lifeline.
 It sings to me,
It plays with me.
 It works with me.
It connects me globally
It makes me a recluse
It kills me with it’s radiation,
Yet I love my killer
It curbs my memory,
And deprives you of my attention
Yet I love it
And confess you must:
You too do love
My Phone