TANGLED IN WIRES & LOVE

I swim in a sea of screens,
A maze of likes and pictures,
Hearts flickering like faulty lights,
Scrolling through pictures like pages in a dusty old book.

Why does love hide behind a pixilated wall?
Each picture I see a painting, but never real.
My soul tangled in wires, that once flowed free,
Is now trapped in an illusion of love through a screen

Social media spins a web of unreal truths,
Holding me like prey as my future for love slips away,
Emotions replaced by emojis,
Conversations written in abbreviations,
Our connections bounded by fragile glass.

I am lost in a land of messages,
Where my fate is hidden behind a masked mirage,
And every touch of affection is a keystroke away,
But the warmth of it never stays.

The digital dusk,
Where love is a phantom, disappearing before my eyes,
As adjacent to a touch screen,
But as far away as the flickering stars.

Why are we lost in a sea of notifications?
Where swiping through messages is our signal for connection,
Its silence scrolls forever,
And its excitement diminishes the truth of loves connection.

Finding love is like rain in a drought,
As our screens deny a true connection,
Love is a feeling of being touched by the heavens,
But slowly unwinds as our screens take our purpose for human connection.

Human connection is tangled in wires,
As we no longer lock eyes like two real people,
Our love stories are written by code,
Where our lips touching is no longer known.

Oh, to be a girl in the 20th century, how I long for it…
Love was a letter with folded secrets,
Where its secrets whispered for miles, travelling in time,
And love was easy with just an ink-stained simple reply

But, 21st-century love is behind a glass screen,
How sad really.
A ping in the night,
An electric hum, dancing between satellites,
Defines our true happiness, yet diminishes our light.

I long for love that makes my heart jump out of its chest,
Rather I get love that grasps on the hope of a hum,
My lifeline reliant on a piece of glass,
How this world has diminished my class.

Oh, how I envy that unfiltered love,
For a simple whisper, that doesn’t hum,
But here I am,
Wired to a world of pixels.
Unplugged from the truth of real love.