I hate scrolling
But it's become a habit
Hands fidgeting , I can't sit still
Peace is distant, my mind won't have it
Swipe through the screen
I see your life
As what you care to share;
My eyes blood shot between
The day and the night
Of what replays on sight
In site
Off sight or off shore
So rich with knowledge
Yet socializing has become poor
My ten year old cousin wears makeup on Instagram
And your opinions are now facts
And facts can now be changed
And reality is moving too fast
For any words to contain
The silent scream of our hearts
But we enjoy the brush of pain
As long as its for our entertainment
But still, I persist
In the belief that Love exists
So palpable
Beyond pixels and protests
Love,
That which is true,
Demands us to Approach it
Love, as it is, with no containment
Let us never forget
Of simpler times
Where holding hands
Was special
And a listening ear
Was vital
For words are fleeting
And memories are meant to be lived first
