Modern Love / Hate

A first draft

Do you remember,

When love was told by our hands and eyes, 

Instead of friend requests,

And X's at the end of the messages?

Before it was a relationship status,

To be posted, 

And commentated on. 

These 1s and 0s don't know love, 

Not like those carefully chosen words, 

Slowly written on torn out paper. 

This Social Net is Working, 

Trapping and suffocating me, 

With my youngers and betters, 

Ideas of life. 

Life isn't an increasing friend list, 

Or galleries of drunken nights,

Or wasted days. 

Life is emotion and time, 

But I don't understand either, 

We'll never understand either. 

When that last grain of sand slips away, 

We'll still won't of described Love or Hate, 

Or Happiness or Loss. 

And we'll never find a better way of saying, 

'I Love You'. 

But I don't care about that, 

And we don't even need words. 

Because when these lights burn out, 

This music stops,

And these screens fade to black, 

All we'll have left, 

Is Time, 

And Emotion.