White If I were to stop texting you And I were to cut ties... How long would it take For you to finally realise? That someone has stopped Sending you poetries and letters. You get much free time now, But there's nobody that bothers. That none sends you warm words, Everyone just praises your beauty. No comments like "I'm proud of you", Now it's just emojis, "ily" and "pretty". That none asks you about your day And if you have had a hard one, That you don't notice a user Who hyped you up and was fun... Or would it be just fine As if I didn't exist at all? I'm just a fan, in the end, In this big ocean, just a drop, small... ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White I must tell you, Now I write at 2 AM. I don't shake at night, I don't erase my poem. My hair are short And my eyes are still brown. Nobody ever looked at them They only checked if I had a Crown. I learned so much last year And I'm working on my book. I collect everything in my diary, Every piece of mine that you took. You don't read them anymore, The poetries I still write for you. So listen, I must tell you, I'm not the girl you once knew. ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White If I were to stop texting you And I were to cut ties... How long would it take For you to finally realise? That someone has stopped Sending you poetries and letters. You get much free time now, But there's nobody that bothers. That none sends you warm words, Everyone just praises your beauty. No comments like "I'm proud of you", Now it's just emojis, "ily" and "pretty". That none asks you about your day And if you have had a hard one, That you don't notice a user Who hyped you up and was fun... Or would it be just fine As if I didn't exist at all? I'm just a fan, in the end, In this big ocean, just a drop, small... ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White I must tell you, Now I write at 2 AM. I don't shake at night, I don't erase my poem. My hair are short And my eyes are still brown. Nobody ever looked at them They only checked if I had a Crown. I learned so much last year And I'm working on my book. I collect everything in my diary, Every piece of mine that you took. You don't read them anymore, The poetries I still write for you. So listen, I must tell you, I'm not the girl you once knew. ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar