When did work ever become more important than love and golden hearts
We romanticize careers and slaving away at jobs, while love's place in our life is a small part
We say we shouldn't find love till we're the perfect version of ourselves
Not knowing love helps create improvement and cares for us through our mental health
We set our expectations high like we deserve the world, not knowing we only shut out the ones who see our soul
We fill the void with meaninglessness sex and admiration yet it never fills that hole
We believe we don't deserve love, so we chose to hate ourselves with loneliness
Not knowing that someone wants to show us that our minds is where their home is
A society preaching promiscuity peeling away the flesh of love till only lust is left
Filling our lungs with air of hallow sighs with guilt in every breathe
I want to believe love will make a comeback and save us from all these lies
I've seen a few couples that give my heart wings to fly
But maybe love is only meant to be in fairy tales
Love is a fantasy. My heart wanted to create it in life but failed
There's no squeezing someone's broken pieces back together with a warm hug
No strings that get pulled just from them entering your vision, not even a tug
No desire for a good man with a good heart. It's all about appearance and greed
But what will happen as we get older and that itch doesn't scratch that connection we need?
We're a generation of broken hearts, nor seeing our impending doom of a lonely present and a dark future
My only hope is to be a light and love and hold myself like the best suture
I'll be the love I want to see in this world, even though it will kill my heart
But I swore to love with all my soul, and not even death will due that apart.