Live, Breath, Die.
That’s the cycle we go through.
LOVE is just a word.
We say it to others we care deeply about.
We see it all around by affection.
Love as has a limit to its PERFECTION.
It’s something new to us all.
It goes ROUND and round like a big round ball. It NEVER stops.
It never HALTS. When it breaks we feel BROKEN.
Maybe we are by the way we’re all talking.
It PAINS us in the HEART, the head, and our confidence.
We don’t THINK of the others when we say its over to them were only thinking about OURSELVES.
It seems its BETTER to live with NO ONE to love.
No MATTER how much you think you need that one SINGLE PERSON it doesn’t matter.
What IF they DON’T LOVE you back?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem