Social Media Killed Romance
Once, love was carved in candlelight,
a trembling hand, a kiss goodnight.
Now swipes decide what hearts advance—
yes, social media killed romance.
We write with thumbs, not trembling pens,
our love expires when the Wi-Fi ends.
Affection measured, cold and hollow,
by how many strangers choose to follow.
Ghosted hearts and typing dots,
souls reduced to screenshot plots.
Roses wilt while reels are made,
authentic touch replaced by trade.
A lover’s gaze once burned like flame,
now “seen at 3” is love’s new shame.
We scroll, we post, we chase, we preen—
all staged for likes, not felt, but seen.
The serenades, the secret chance,
mocked now as “cringe” in comments’ stance.
Desire’s drowned in endless feed—
algorithms decide our need.
So raise a glass to love’s demise,
to hashtags, filters, perfect lies.
Romance didn’t stand a chance—
it died for likes, and thirst-trap dance.