I Am An IPhone

October 7, 2015

I Am An iPhone

I am an IPhone.

Intelligent, useful, full of hidden talents.

The first to be praised when things go right,

The first to blamed when things go wrong.

They either love me,

Or they hate me-

There is no in between.

Easy to crack,

'Cause no one bothers to catch my fall.

I am an IPhone.

At first, difficult to understand,

But once you get to know me,

I promise-

You'll be a fan.

Beautiful, yet fragile.

Be careful- I might break.

Inventive, creative, the future's new face.

Well known,well liked, but still got my enemies.

I am an IPhone.

So unique,

'Cause I'm me.

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