Swiping right, and often left discarded
Unmatched, unwanted, broken hearted
Profile pictures pass, feelings follow fast
Love in the present, but lust in the past
‘Hey, how’s it going? Up to much tonight?’
Incoming message the future seems bright
A spark, a connection, unseen by sight
Each message worth every megabyte.
Ghosted for days now, a catfish for sure,
A false face makes an angelic allure.
Deleted and blocked after one night,
It was nothing more than love at first swipe.
Refresh, restart, today starting again,
Here, looking for love, and not just a friend