There's a difference between ' I love you '
and ' I love her '
Which one do you pick?
I just want to know do I mean anything to you?
Was I someone you loved and lost or just another fling that walked into your life?
Never will anyone know why men treat woman the way they do.
Love is the reaon people live
why?
Why would someone live for love when you know in the end it will make you absoultely miserable?
Is miserable being happy or is misery a way of dealing with everything else?
We may never know how we can deal and cope with it all of the pain.
But I do know this.
Pain.
Pain is the only thing that is real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem