Enter or paste HTML/embed code here if you want BPIMPED.COMAlways remember to forgetThe things that made you sadBut never forget to rememberThe things that made you glad.Always remember to forgetThe friends that proved untrue.But don't forget to rememberThose that have stuck by you.Always remember to forgetThe troubles that have passed away.But never forget to rememberThe blessings that come each day.We sit and we type and we stare at our screens.We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.We chat with each other, we share all our woes,Small groups we do form and gang up on our foes.We wait for somebody to type out our name,We want recognition and offer the same.We give kisses and hugs and sometimes we flirt,In rooms we chat deeply and reveal why we hurt.We form friendships but why is a thing we don't know,Though most often founder some will flourish and grow.Why is it that on screen, we can all be so bold,Telling our secrets that have never been told?Why is it we share those deep thoughts in our mindWith those we can't see, as though we were blind?The answer is simple, it's as clear as a bell.We all have our problems and need someone to tell.We can't tell"real" people, but tell someone we mustSo we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains,They are friends without faces and with odd little names
