At some point in life, being alone doesn't even matter,
The heart laments alone, but the lips don't move to chatter,
You keep quiet, you just make a false smile,
Sometimes you cry your eyes out, but that too for a while.

You talk less, avoid meetings and random calls,
As if silence is the best tool for the heart that wishes for all pains to fall.
You leave text on scene, and they think you are shy,
But only this miserable heart knows–this escape from people is just not to let you cry.

You know they will leave, those hugs are futile.
So just cherish your own company with nothing but a sanguine smile.
Your love is real, this fake world don't deserve it,
So keep your heart for yourself and choose peace over constant conflict.