Faces and more faces of seeking love
smiles frozen in a moment of hope
as in hope for eternal, what a lie
as no promises become alive
in such place, it becomes a rope
to hang our dreams thereof.
But to the pixels eyes glued
continue searching for someone
in desperation to rid life of loneliness,
to find a home in our homelessness,
“maybe tomorrow I’ll find the one”-
hanging on to hope and truth eluded.