Where did the good ones go
When the rest toss me too and fro
Slowly turning my heart into stone
I still come out strong. I\'ll say I do
I’ll say I do, I survived like a thousand times. Though Mortally hurt,
Better to move on than hold on to pain
It hurts but love is still beautiful
To Die a little but still survive is still beautiful I want my heart in motion
To be completely besotted and in love
so much so that It flutters so wildly
I fuss over needing at-least one good one
Me being all that he can see,
and to love me still despite my flaws.
To have Curious feelings swim through me,
The sudden rush, the dopamine effect
Is the dream I yearn for.
An old soul like i am could understand what I’m running for
An intense love filled with romance
There might be no good ones left
The generation way too cursed.
The deep meaningful connections, lacking
It forgot how to love
the deep feelings unregarded, they are only full of arrogance
We are all trapped by an awful fate
since the labour of love is lost
They forget that to fully live life is to forget self, by surviving on high hopes and faith
They form “no attachments relationships”Could those be called relationships?
Without the love , to count on the other infeasible Entanglements now a fine sport, the “ it’s complicated”.
Chivalry could not dead
They have no desire to break the status quo
taking away my illusion, leaving me frustrated.
the dream to finally meet my intended
Relying on a change of heart a dead end,
Since they are stuck in their ways.
There could atleast be one hidden gem
I shall count on my dream to keep me sheltered, and my hope to give me power to want to hold on and dream on despite it being a fragile dream.