Life or Love?
What do we live for?
Is love a part of life?
Do we live to love?
Love is like a knife
It’s sharp and bitter,
When rejected from my world.
I regret it dearly,
Why didn’t I hold on?
I want to keep on loving.
But he is just so cold.
I’m sad, he’s glad.
He doesn’t even know.
What is wrong with me?
Why do I remain?
He does not love me.
From pain I will not refrain.
I am not wanted.
I am not loved.
I am useless.
So why do I live?
I wait for the day
When he loves me back.
Waiting and hoping.
I cannot give up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stretch for the stars they are in reach, thanks for the poem