Maybe Love Is Misunderstood Most of the time, It cries, screams, and makes a point. And yet, sometimes, it stays buried deep in silence. It cries louder, With no one to console. It prefers to stay silent, Understanding the loss, Understanding the pain. Pain of being imperfect, Pain of acceptance, Pain that lingers like a scar. It is scared to roll the dice again. It breathes through pain, Yet allows giggles, smiles, And learns to trust again, Quietly reassuring a heart That still needs to mend. Copyrights