It’s harder for us to break.
Yet when in the webs of love we’re caught,
Deep inside us the strength will shake.
We may be able to handle pain,
Against suffering stand with pride,
We tend to uphold being logical and sane,
Just as long as matters of the heart are aside.
We may be able to swallow our tears,
Shout, scream, converse and fight,
Yet tears tend to slip from fears,
Of being left behind and surviving the night.
We might be able to live with no hopes,
Watch our dreams fall apart and fade,
Yet as we are tangled up in love’s ropes,
We are mixed up between true light and shade.
We might be able to smile to others,
We might be able to make them laugh too,
As we hide the ache that slowly smothers,
Our soul and makes it so ill and blue…