In the heat of the moment
our desires sore
promises made in passion
are forgotten tomorrow.
Living for the moment
fearing tomorrow may never come
we make decisions on a whim
Reaching for anyone in the middle of the night
just to fill that void
a different face night after night
waking only facing ourself in the mirror
questioning who we are
and why are we here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes we wonder r purpose and y we r here on earth if all we do is feel 'lonely and empty'...but we all have a purpose just find i and wen u do make the best of it! ! DLG