Friends without faces


heaven's got a hitman
we sit and we type ,and we stare at our screens
we all have to wonder,what this possibly means.

with our mouse we roam,through the rooms in maze
looking for somethimg or someone,as we sit in a daze.

we chat with each other ,we type all our woes
small groups do we form,and gang up on our foes.

we wait for somebody ,to type out our name
we want recognization,but its always always the same .

we give kisses and hugs,and sometimes flirt
in ims we chat deeply,and reveal why we hurt.

we do form friendship-but-why we dont know
but some of these friendship will flourish n grow

why is it on screen, we can be so bold
telling our secrets, that have never been told.

why is it we share,the thought in our mind
with those we can't see,as though we were blind.

the answer is simple ,ot is as clear as a bell
we all have problems ,and we need someone to tell.

we can't tell real people,but tell someone we must
so we turn to 'puter,and those we can trust.

even though it is crazy,the truth still remains