Some things were never meant to be explained,
just like others could never be restrained.
How could one control what it is to feel
when we recognize something that is real.
There are no apologies for caring;
Pieces of our hearts are meant for sharing.
If they weren't then why would they keep breaking
more and more with every breath we're taking?
Perhaps the pain is what some miss the most;
Maybe that's the only thing real to a ghost.
Nothing ventured is always nothing gained,
but love was never meant to be contained.