Why do we trust,
When we know its not true.
Why do we believe,
when we know its not real.
Why do we listen,
When we know its a lie.
Why do we hold on,
When we know you let go.
Why do we cry,
When we knew it was gonna happen.
Why do we promise,
When we know its gonna be broken.
Why do we love,
When we know we're not loved back.
Hi Summer.I I enjoyed this poem. Perhaps this is one of those eternal questions. We too often ask How? when Why? is the most important query Why do we listen, when we know its a lie. Maybe if we listened more closely we would find the lie before it is too late
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps thats what people called as cruel wanting..we need that and create false hope, self denying for something we want but we know we cant..how hard it is, is how hurt we find it..deep feeling on it i think u are feeling this now.._Soul