Untold Words

Thrist

A generation I find rushing
All longing
The act of loving
Seemed like an escape

Cannot divert their attention
Drowning in so much affection
Poisoning their education
I lost that trust anymore

The standard has lowered
The act of waiting and knowing
Carefully understanding
Attention became the optimum tower

Love if you must
But learn to trust
Love yourself first
Stop whining from a temporary thirst