Always been a believer on the existence of true love,
Yet somehow convinced it’s not something you can have
Worn your heart on your sleeve, felt the spark and the magic
Got caught up on the moment and fell in too deep
Woke up one day to find out he’s walked out the door,
No used waiting for he won’t be back at all
You can’t tell for sure if there was ever the two of you
For he never kissed you nor told you the words “I love you”
There’s no telling how long this love could last,
Or if your heart, you can once again trust,
Is this the part where you’re supposed to give up?
Or the part where you get up and keep up the fight?
(C) Joan Miranda