Truth

I’m lying in bed contemplating my fate,
thoughts of being loved and dreams of being great.
While words roam my brain in an inner debate,
Asking how love can ever turn into hate.

Words of rejection are met in disbelief,
embarrassment ensues that will make you leave.
Your lonely heart bleeds and for your love you grieve,
till finally in deep down anger you seethe.

Some start feeling numb and others can’t let go,
that’s because both sorts cannot take the blow.
But there are a few who do not step that low,
and their loved one’s happiness is all they know.

So they show their love is real in what they do,
because never turns into hate what is true.