Fakebook love

I woke up with a heartache today, 

which might translate into a poem sometime during the day.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread they say,

So I hurriedly message you on FB

to keep my pain at bay. 

Your profile picture bids me stay, 

Suitors you have many but I also throw myself into the fray.

A line here, a line there,

to lay my heart bare,

A look at your photos tell me

such beauty is rare.

But as no replies come from your end,

I wonder when I will turn the bend. 

I figure I can't write poems again, 

Nor from you can I abstain.

Just scribble verses of pain,

To keep myself sane.