POETRY: I Hope You Understand

As the world shifts to something simple, something slick, something empty and minimalist, I hope he values intricacies and learns the complexities that make my heart beat.

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I hope he prefers to speak rather than read my words stripped of flavor, Confirmed with a shallow blink of two blue ticks, I hope he loves poetry, And thrives on words whispered whenever said when he plays with irony.

I hear music, not auto-tuned or mass-produced, His rough, strong hands prefer to scribble when he writes, When I can read his personality in calligraphy, Not font type.

I want love letters, not tweets, Spoken humor, not memes,

As the world shifts to something simple, something full,

Something empty, something cold.

I hope I get to meet a raspy modern man With a gentle old soul.