There is something missing
At the end of every day
Life's not felt worth living
No matter how hard I pray
I can smile and laugh and joke
But no matter how I fill my days
I feel like an egg without it's yolk
Since we went our separate ways
Nothing seems quite right does it, I know that feeling.. Andy 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tough life and so our ways....lovely writen..10