In the era we are in, we all,
Craftened with fake identities,
To live in there bubble, for
Approval and attention.
What is it, we are chasing?
Though sincere, feels distant,
Or perhaps it was never real,
But always a game of manipulation?
Either of us lies, if all we
Seek, is old-fashioned romance,
Wishing for handwritten letters,
Loyalty and genuine time together.
Is it really love,
That we feel after of,
Deep in our hearts,
But finding no peace?
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Sunsets With Riya
PoetryUnlock the secrets of the soul and dance through the pages of my chapbook, where every word is a heartbeat and every line a whisper of magic.
