January 6, 2021
Scanning, swiping, surfing, writing, reading, tipping, waiting until you stop,
If you will come to my spot,
I'll brush the rustiness in my head pot,
A curve on the lips will be the hotspot.
I used to sing for the waiting,
My heart was fastly beating,
I felt so exciting,
To the point that my mind was screaming.
Rusty was coming!
His best tips were approaching,
And batches of coins were sailing,
To my wallet, they were heading.
Motivated I was,
My heart was full of joy,
Inspired to compose I was,
Full of insights I want to employ.
Until Rusty cast away,
You are not near me,
Drafted posts are written slowly,
Waiting again until you come back to me.
How can I wait?
Hours to days must pass before we meet?
How can I wait?
You cast with others and you forget?
How can I wait?
When you migrated to the west?
How can I wait?
My patience is short, should I try my best?
I'll wait until your shadow grew,
Although you're small and will never grow,
I'll wait for hours, days, and more,
Until I saw the Rusty I adore.
I got bored and get on board,
On the noisy ship, they loudly roared,
Tips are waving from both sides,
But I still want Rusty by my side.
I know you will come back,
I just need to hold my faith and set back,
Hey! Rusty @TheRandomRewarder
Can you stay with me forever?
"Peace be with you Rusty ✌✌, I was just bored and has nothing to write 😅"
Lol, swirky, funny and interesting...nice poetry