Words handcuffed
in fear of rejection
lie buried deep within a safe rabbit hole.
Show me love,
not what’s in your wallet,
or some dumping of data driven algorithms,
but a flutter of forget-me-nots under a velvet sun.
No ninety-day fiancé, nor tinder,
But if you insist,
Serenade me with words that will jumpstart my heart
and snatch the stars from the ink soaked sky.
© Connie Song 2020. All Rights Reserved.
