Pick-a-Boo

Ink will run down, but words will not
Hands get tired, but efforts shall not
Countless emoji’s and stickers
But a typed “Hello” sounds better

Virtually I can see you smile
But I wanted to glance for a while
Though you cannot see in me
Even a single second I’m happy

Let me be Mr. Poem until you want
Since Mr. D and his place is vacant
Let me inspire you, replacing the hurt
But please make it orever by heart

I don’t need any title and contract
It’s ok you’ll find him, the exact
A friend of you is good
To be the best friend I would