I have stopped trusting old school love.
Where my pigeon tapes my tale to my love.
For my love has drifted far away.
To an unknown land, swaying off the bay.
Logging on to Tinder I thought it to be my Kindle.
From philanthropists, Dr’s my feelings were doodled.
There lay me the contradictory women fidgeting miniscule.
I felt loved, accepted and wanted on that app,
Until I or the significant other ghosted a slap.
How can I get someone close to me?
When I had sent my beloved far away to another land.
11 years have passed away.
As the past lies in the grave.
Maybe no one can ever take your place.
Oh! These one sided silent love affairs drain a map of a hidden place with no trace.
Photo courtesy- The Game