We want to feel.
We are in the game.
We want to stay.
We know the rules.
We are accepted.
We buy the lies
at the right time,
and keep silence
when required.
We think.
We are free.
We cast the vote.
We take risks
And accept loss.
We want candy,
Lullabies.
We feel dandy,
it´s a virtual life.
Strike a pose,
wear the mask
Sugar coating
The reward.
True love is waiting?
If life is a game, then what is called 'true love' is a game, too. If you think life a game, and you are looking for true love, then you are wasting your time, YOUR LIFE TIME! ! ! But if life is not a game, true love is already in you; it is not waiting, true love does not wait, ture love is to love.
After all the sweat and tears, true love suddenly appears... Luis nice write thanks for sharing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A question for the last last line makes for a powerful ending. Sounds cynical, But some occurences in life make us so... until we realise there are many combinations.