Arrows fired
deep in heart.
Ruining lives
and tearing us apart.
Burning passion
scorching hearts.
Breaking friendships
into hateful parts.
True love
hurting in your heart.
Changing lives
crippling equally the dumb and the smart.
Why is love made difficult
when you know who you want?
Love is difficult
because it is fate you taunt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love means letting go but if you won't let go then you will be hurting baaaaad. i just blank it out.