like a moth to flame;
an attraction to death
we stare at wrecks
and slow to see havoc
we cause traffic packed miles back
to see a car's burnt shell
we seek ruinous affairs
and call pretty people we shouldn't
There's lust, and there's fire
and we only have the sense to head for the light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
haha YES! ....I love the last two lines, so true...kind of sad that is true, but so true all the same