Life has no point,
When you can’t see any point.
It takes to much effort, love,
And
Heart.
Even a heart has its limits to how many times it can be broken,
Smashed, thorned, torched, let down,
And
Sown, duct taped, glued,
And
Plastered back together before,
the pieces are to crumbled to put back together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem