Generational love
Vylet Frank
Oh to be loved
Is to be imagined
To be lusted
To be seen and not known
The generations falling
To a swindling abyss
A deep grave
Where our love lies
Oh to be loved
Like back then
Feeling like fires
Oh to be loved now
A generation so casual
Too friendly
Too intimate
Nothing left but bones
The sacred leftovers
Past lovers and lessons
Our generational love
Goodbye for now
Hello for later