What We Do For Love

We scan a website for a new face On our IPhones We start a conversation at a local coffee shop We depart Wait for a couple days And then, we phone them But they ghost you We cry a little because we really like them And they had a common interest We write poetry to lick our wounds And decide to give up on love Then, we get a phone call from them Saying they were busy with work And they would like to hook up But we'll know how this would end We say we're busy And hang up Because our heart isn't in for a booty call But we can't hurry love