“When?”

Poetry

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When will I be wanted?
When will I be loved?

All my life, I’ve given my heart to guys
that come and go like the four seasons.

When will I be wanted?
When will I be loved?

All my life, I’ve felt the violent sting
of loneliness while I watched young lovers
play in the sun.

When will I be wanted?
When will I be loved?