Jul 5, 2019
Love
An unspoken rule is to find someone before death,
It seems that one must speak of whom they wish and they appear in one breath.
We, as society, seek for the confirmation of another,
For fear of being alone, we choose to overbear and smother.
In a time of saturation and technology,
We hardly slow down to find a recipe for mixology.
What seems to be a rushed job,
Tells the story of a sob.
I ask myself if I am deemed worthy,
I tell myself I am, most absurdly.
The world says one can find who they wish,
In the sea, there are plenty of fish.
For the time being, all one can do is wait,
To wait for the one moment of of flawless fate.
So here I stand in hopes of love,
To see the sign of a fleeting dove.