Prized Possession

My phone is my true prized possession.

It is where I may offer all of my confessions.

It ensures my outright protection,

and prevents me from showing too much affection. 

My cell phone reminds me of my duties, 

and keeps my mother off of my booty.

For forgetting things that I otherwise might,

and keeping myself from living a never ending fight.

My phone is the light of my life.

It offers me sense of my mind. 

Protects me from strangers, 

offers good selfie angles, 

and allows my boyfriend to wish me goodnight.