She wrote me an old fashioned letter,
Ball point pen on snowflake stationary.

Found my soft spot as usual, uncovered a tear,
She was always **** good at that.

There's personality in the way people write,
The individual shape of the letters, the slant, the size.

And like a thumbprint, your style is unique to you,
Handwritten like homemade brings things to life.

Oceans of love was my grandmother's signature phrase

We are transforming into machines, robots,
Things that never feel at all, never really laugh or cry.

Are you as numb as I am,
Watch people die right before my eyes,
Then switch to cats chasing clicks.