Love Is Gone

This minimalist love which I am worn

In a territory of pseudo-smiles

The echoes of my heart that I shall mourn

Rather than the temptress that will beguile

I tire from these broken thoughts

Hopes that fill my broken core

Just when I find what I have sought

I find love exists no more

These females hide from their true self

Men unleash the beast of lust

Behind the picture filters dwell

A demon in each of us

When online chatting is suffice

To satisfy our craving

Human contact is a great price

When anxiety is raving

Are raw emotions hard to find

Or is it that I am simply blind

When all I see is mockery

I fear that love is most confined

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