Love. What is it? Why do we believe in it.
Makes us feel our best and yet drag us to our worst
Found it but lost it couldn't keep my head
In the game its always the same.
The thought of it only drives you insane.
Unable to keep up with every day
The human emotion which will always stay
And take part of ur life. Forced to
Rethink your mind each time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Rich in imagery and style. Wonderfully conceived. Liked it. I rated it 10/10. Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.