You´ve never been sad
Until sad is all you can feel,
Until sadness takes your sleep away
And you feel yourself dissolve
Into a pool of sweat and fear
Too weak to let go
Too tired to keep going.
That kind of sadness
Is a special kind of hell-
Only known to the ones of us
Who feel with every inch of our skin.
It´s only when you´ve mourned the loss of love
On your own or in the arms of others,
That you can fully understand
How lucky you are to fall in love again.