Caring has become so rare

People mistake it as flirting

Or simply needing something

Loving has become so rare

That people carry around checklists

Of distorted standards

Blinded by what society thinks is loveable

Everyone unqualified

Are mostly left alone

Generosity has become so rare

People only give for the sake of credit

And getting back

Before extending a hand

One must first ask

“What’s in it for me?

More money, probably?”

Most of the time

we genuinely care, love, and give

Only on the verge of losing someone

But we can’t tell someone’s fate

We can’t know when we’ll lose them

So most of the time,

We are all too late.


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