Love and those things aren’t as romantic anymore It’s not as letters, or Shakespeare's sonetts sprinkled with red kisses and Chanel N5 We don’t call on the house phone anymore, dreading that her father will pick up And the cinema isn’t as it was The boys weren’t on Tinder to “make omelettes ;)” Girls didn’t complain about their life on twitter And really, it’s not as romantic to dream and lose you when the only simile I have is “I have replayed your photostory as many times as the sun sets” Love and those things
**26.07.14
Just a thought when I'm trying to write something romantic, and it doesn't work.