As I swiped right,
At the heart of new love.
At the new age escape,
For finding one another.

I read new stories,
Repeated many times before.
I read of many interests,
Common to all other.

In their sense of uniqueness,
I found a deep sense of similarity.
Sort of like a deja vu of love,
Of experiences and expectations.

The people in poses,
Too perfect for perfection.
Like a common photographer,
Walked around selling profiles for a dollar.

The love we found,
To seemed too defeated.
Like the last resort,
Trying to make a new beginning.

But here we find happiness,
Albeit in secret.
As we cook up stories,
For our beginnings.

Love I suppose,
Needs new escapes.
In today's destructive,
And timeless age.