We talk in emojis
21st century style you know
Our conversation wraps
A few moments past dawn
He reports every second on the gram
Almost as if that’s his beau
Before exchanging good morning texts
He says Insta Fam hello
And when we do get intimate
It just doesn’t feel right
He goes on to publish
She’s my Aphrodite
Oh I want to be teleported
To the age of billet doux
Just two love birds
On a hilltop with a great view
So on a fine Monday morning
I told him what I really want
He said it much like a warning
That the Stone Age is long gone.
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
We talk in emojis
21st century style you know
Our conversation wraps
A few moments past dawn
He reports every second on the gram
Almost as if that’s his beau
Before exchanging good morning texts
He says Insta Fam hello
And when we do get intimate
It just doesn’t feel right
He goes on to publish
She’s my Aphrodite
Oh I want to be teleported
To the age of billet doux
Just two love birds
On a hilltop with a great view
So on a fine Monday morning
I told him what I really want
He said it much like a warning
That the Stone Age is long gone.
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