Romance is dead, I’ve heard over and over.
All the romantics getting older and older.
What happened to chivalry, love and compassion,
it all seems so alien. Did that even used to happen?
Those feelings of warmth when meeting a buddy,
Felt as snug as you do when you’re home in your hoodie.
Your tummy turns and flips and drops,
as a gentle kiss lands on your chops.
And to those few who know of courting and dating,
not those awful flings after endless self hating
Don’t take for granted your moments of love,
but think of those moments before you fly up above.
Those teens who’s feelings go against the masses,
who don’t act distasteful and talk nonstop about asses.
Romance is dead, you’ll hear a teen say.
A teen who is single at the end of the day.
But what about those who live with a soulmate,
those who don’t fuck at the end of a date.
The single few who do nothing but moan,
are also the ones who are glued to their phone.
This seems like a rant against the youth and their lives.
But men mistreat women yet expect happy wives.
Applying to young men through to the old.
Everyone dies and all of us cold.
Romance is dead, my mother often says
but shes now been married for over a thousand days.
If romance was dead why doesn’t she leave,
that’s because its not fact its just what she believes.
If romance was dead, who’d waste their time,
on roses and chocolates, be my valentine.
The truth is romance is forgotten not dead,
for a feeling is born not to the world but to the head.
Romance is an emotion a gift and a feeling
so where are the days where couples bounce off the ceiling,
coming home from a date having a night of bliss,
now its just town, out on the piss.
Gone are the days of meeting in person.
Now we all wait for Tinders latest version.
Romance is dead you may say after reading,
but honestly no. Romance is still a feeling.
If romance was dead, why are we here?
Whats left for us without someone near?
Someone who knows us and treats us like royals.
Not someone who swipes left unattracted to boils.
Romance isn’t aesthetic or pretty
romance is loving yet horribly witty.
Romance is dead, it wants you to think,
so you go down town and you’ve started to drink.
Never before was the aim to be legless.
Instead it was meant to be a way to be stress-less.
Meet someone new and start a discussion.
A new way of thinking takes away the safety cushion.
Go take a risk, get up out of bed.
Romance is out there, and will never be dead