Everyone's different
Yet the feelings are the same
Seems like everyone is playing a game
Either love or lust
both you can't completely trust
Just like a random gust of wind
Both invisible to the naked eye
Leaving you wanting to die
Come and going
everywhere within this world
Love is suppose to be true
It's suppose to last
but in reality it leaves when it's done with it's task
Lust what is it?
Is it love with just a different mask
Is it so bad?
It does the same
it leave's when there is no more passion
Love or Lust?
Which should i choose?
Does it matter?
Both leaves you with emptiness in the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem it has a reflective and contemplating nature that asks a fundamental question. What's the difference? Perhaps, it's motive. Thanks for sharing. You are showing skill on vastly different topics.10+