In love we walk

With hopes and wishes

Of being cherished and loved

But what happens when you find none?

Do you walk away?

And when you walk away

Do you fall apart?

Or do you pretend to be strong?

And if you fall apart,

does that make you weak?

Does it take away the pain?

Or do you became a joke?

And if you pretend to be strong

Does healing go fast?

Does it mend a broken heart

Or does it kill you forever?