He seeks the usual in my labyrinthine existence.
Same ol’ nuts and bolts of sanctioned, familiar living.
She needs what matches a romantic consistence.
Good ol’ pixels that declare a picture perfect loving.
He speaks declarations in two eighty characters of insistence.
Love’s sine qua non now intimacy garbed in peacocky wing!
She sees approval of chummy strangers a necessity for subsistence.
But it’s my refusals to play for the crowd that set off bells of Mistrust to ring!