You're trying to find the words
Some hurts are so intense they're difficult to describe
You feel like the walking wounded inside
How do you explain the anguish of having your heart broken
in a million little pieces?
The ache never goes away
It's raw, and it's relenting
You try to find ways to forget the sadness,
Even if just for a moment
But the heart has its own memory
You try to go on
You paint a smile on your face because you can't begin to explain
how broken you really are inside
You have a deep longing that is never satisfied
If only you could see them one more time.