Unwritten

These girls sneer like their fathers.
These girls ache like their moms.
These girls curse like their brothers.
These girls make earth worth living on.

What are we doing?...and should we do it again?
I hope you find love.
What we you doing? Must I repeat it again?
I hope you find love in this or the next life.

This boy lives with mother.
This boy, love's like a game.
This boy curses his brothers.
This boy hopes they feel the same.

What are we doing?...and should we do it again?
You say 'define love.'
What are we doing? Must I repeat it again?
I hope you find you find love in this or the next life.

So many stories left unwritten.
Girls and boy.
So many stories yet to write.
Girls and boy.