Two in one-

The first I sleep,

And awake to find my phone beside me.

Cuddling and curling up,

Conversations that keep me smiling.

But a wise one behind me;

Keeps me on my toes,

Maybe stunned,

Or embarrassed to show,

Any emotion through words,

That he speaks continuously.

He is honest,

And he is respect,

Positive,

Realist,

Yet two both loved,

But why isn’t there one,

That I can hold dearly in my head.

Maybe the first is better,

For a better fate I see.

But maybe the second one?

He plots he’s scheme.

But it’s such a shame,

That we don’t feel the same way.