“When?”
Poetry
1 min readApr 29, 2020
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?
