May be love isn't always winning,
May be love is those unexpressed feelings,
Those unsaid words and worries.
May be love is the distance we get
In between ourselves to defend our hearts
And hurries.
May be love is not always being together.
May be love is those wounded memories,
Silent remembrances, untimely tears.
Those hurtful jabs, and painful pangs.
May be love is not wedding rings, and vacations.
May be love is longing, loneliness and destruction.
May be love isn't always rosy and pink.
May be love is being black and grey.
May be love was in those snarky comments,
Silent hatred, broken promises.
May be love isn't always about living.
May be love is just about dying everyday..!
