All those hearts, broken or not
The people who have fought
For one to love
One to call their own.
Then there are the people that are alone
Sitting in bed at home
Wondering why they still live, if they have no love
Then the ones who've been in and out
Of relationships that didn't work out.
We're all someone who wants to know
When?
Who?
Where?
And why.
We will find someone.
And when we do
It'll be true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem