
Does love mean anything at all,
when it is not official on a wall,
Does it need a poke, like or tag,
Does it have to be a brag,
Can it be silent, fragile or just tragic,
Can it be simple, pure, without some filtered magic,
Tearing down the walls around the heart,
A private act or historic part,
Rebuilding love,
For just one life, or maybe two.
What are you gonna do?
Dive a little deeper into,
Those loads of selfies of me or you,
Just be quiet and look,
And read between the lines of that history or Face-book.
Nice post!
🙂