A Poem for my iPhone..

I hate my iPhone..
I love my iPhone..
I think i can’t live without it..
It just became a part of my body..
Like an arm, or lung, or nose, or even worse.. a heart..
It became like an extra organ, which connects me to the world, and which makes me explore the world..
Like the five senses..
except..
I guess i stopped using my five senses like before..
That’s why i hate it..
That’s why i love it..

The End