People often tell me:
When you stop chasing for love,
true love will come to you.
But what they don’t know
is that I am not looking for love
I’m just looking for a reason to live
Life is meaningless
if you have no one to live it for
No one to hold nor kiss
A bullet in the chamber
A riffle in my hand
My last kiss will be the barrel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't know which is more painful; heartache or watching a dear friend endure heartache. Thanks for sharing, Nicolas