Tndr Is the Night
A romantic stuck in the age of the Net
Date, select, one thumbed, spider trapped
The bars are empty, a fingerless fret
The bars are empty, no notes ever tapped
Dress for the photo for the trending application
Distress for the best fit that was already seen
Knot a tie, not a tie, or win, here's hesitation -
At knowing you're losing what hasn't been
She's late, your late, trepidation comes early
Ten years was thinking just like your father
Adored them days the nights were timely
Spontaneity struck hours to tales of mischief
No input algorithm, ne'er burdened by prior relief
Note: Elizabethan sonnet, Keats-tailed efegg
Copyright © Mathieu De Casanove | Year Posted 2014
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