Modern Romance is Dumb

January 26, 2020

I want to write about love in life,

maybe about how time flies by

when someone special comes

around. Yet my search is flawed,

or interest is lost,

I know sentiments of lust

are driving my conversations.

I don’t seem to make a conversion,

from lust to love. Lack of persuasion

or understanding of intensions.

Where are the signs if not talked?

In a post encrypted?

A story classified?

Let me just tell you that’s wack.

'Cause we can always talk,

get to understand each other.

Looking into your eyes to realize

that you belong to another,

without pretending to sympathize.

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