Why do we tourture ourselves
With these empty dreams
And ideas of a love
That will never be.
Why do these images
Of you and me
Surround me
And make me
Want to scream.
This empty dream
This idea of a love
That will never be.
Why do we put ourselves
Through all this pain
With nothing but...
Our empty dreams
And ideas of a love
That will never be
Why do we hurt ourselves
Just chasing...
These stupid dreams
And ideas of a love
That will never be.
Hey i love that poem! ! and the last stanza is my favorite... ya why do we? xoxoxoxoxoxo! ! ! ! ! ! my bestestest friend! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate to this one. I enjoy all your poetry, keep it up. Fran xx