What is love?
Is it a feeling?
Is it an emotion?
Is it the thing that turns our stomachs
Into room and board for unwelcomed pixies?
I knew what love was once.
But, you see, love has a 'cocaine-esque' way of getting you addicted. Just when you grow accustomed to the sweet intoxication,
Your supply is snatched from under your nose,
Leaving you stranded on the road marked with abandonment
Leading to the point of self-destruction.
Some say love is the greatest, but I say...
It can be the cruelest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem