Its life nobody cares.
Not about your feelings or your heart.
It’s a race, a competition
To find who gets bulls eye all the time.
Its life it’s not fair
It’s about who hurts the most.
It has no place for love.
It’s a hit and run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so very true Marion! keep this lovely ink flowing.