Where Home is Just For a While

Many at times i have thought it a waste of time
Scrolling through the pages as i waste the all so precious dime
Looking at pictures scanning faces sublime.

I read new updates and statii page after page
And wonder if they ever remember me as we pass through the age.

Then come those days when in a dark room i sit
Filled with thoughts and memories is where we meet
I rush to my phone and open each page so neat
Just to get a glimpse of a life well knit.

In this world where one seems all alone
Just that smile can make the loneliness all gone
And immediately you feel much closer, like you're back home.

And that's why no matter how hard i try, i just can't delete facebook, that i don't lie.
Atleast not just yet.

And then i think