The Art Of Writing

When my phone battery dies, 

I wrote the first sentence, 

And looked at my phone, 

Lying on the table. 

A blank stare at the paper, 

I ran out of words, 

For the first time, 

Like a gift, 

Vanishing off, 

All of a sudden. 

I will miss you, 

I will never be able

To overcome you, 

I wrote it. 

My phone looking at me, 

While in charge now, 

Looked at me and said, 

Chill dude, 

I know, this is not about me, 

It's all about your love! 

Truth always sucks, 

Or writers lie sometimes, 

To make the poem, 

Look prettier and attractive!