A cycle of pain
A cycle of smiles
A cycle of crying
A cycle of laughter
A cycle of sleepless nights
A cycle of endless fights
A cycle of blowing up his phone
A cycle of being all alone
Love a very precious and beautiful thing, but...
how can something so joyous and wonderful bring so many tears and heartache?
Wanting to be loved is just an endless rotation of hope and despair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem