Cold, as is the reaches from the nether;
The breach of warmth,
The tarnishing of green.
Oh behold, the blankets of rest;
May the ground below rest for a while.

Oh thy, my sun; radiating!
The powerful ember in the sky
You once grew life
But now no seed sprouts under your guise.
Instead, your powerful rays weakly shine upon a field of white.

Whiteness and nothing but;
A disfigured landscape,
Void of all other shades and colours.
I call to each flake.
Are you one of beauty or crass?

Bring forth a world covered in polar rage.
Construct your icy prison;
For I am your prisoner.
Bring forth with you, the echoes of stillness;
The notions of an end.

Flesh on flesh to fingers on glass.
No longer do I say the words.
Instead the text I type tells you that “I love you.”
The evolution of emotion.
The technologicalization of the hearts fuel,
Makes the organic feel no longer relevant.
No longer do my lips show my expression.
Instead all I give is a kiss from my thumb.
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So far away, but my presence lingers in an invisible stream.
Like a ghost I am with you.
Travelling through the waves.
A tower, our connector.  
We love in the age of the screen,
The age of the machine.
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Love now feels so solitary.
My heart no longer beats against your own.
Instead the buzzing of vibration beckons my digitized feelings.
I now find myself romancing alone,
Romancing the phone.