To be loved in this generation

May 21, 2020

I thought to myself love would be more than lust.

Attracted to the outside but not the inside.

Too bad to be in this generation.

So unstable like a leaf on a tree during fall

Who will love me?

Who will be there for me?

Maybe in another generation.

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