Why do people want to love, when their love is something different from ours. All they want to do is get in your pants, another hit it and quit it. Whats loveable about that? They get what they want and leave.
To me their still irresponsible. Their not ready to handle a real relationship. But who's ready at our young age.
Why are we worrying about our soulmates and love? Is it because were growing and our hormones are changing or are we used to people talking to us like that and now were convinced thats how it goes?
Love is supposed to be magical, not painful the way it is now. Everybody has a different kind of love. Were used to the movie romance but this is real llife, not a fantasy.
This is the real love in our world. The way I see it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem