The Cry of a Broken Hearted

Have you ever heard the cry of the broken hearted? Whose heart bleeds as it pleads as a result to losing, the one girl, he needs Humble your heart and mind and access with empathy; well enough to perceive it clearly I must warn you, it’ll be the worst cry you’ll ever hear, because it’s awfully too near to fear Like how raindrops can replace your tears’ flowing outwardly from the inside Falling like thunder-hunted by a lightning spear, shredding your thoughts to wander As to what reality will be like to a dreamer, who cannot sleep; as he weeps and leaps? Chasing memories which doesn’t exist coz’ he cannot resist but he persist on insisting, anyway Whereas his heart plays jaggedly with the cards of sorrow, one bluff-it’s goodbye tomorrow He bellows… like a rollercoaster ride, knowing, it’ll come again and again, turning boys to men Turning strong men weak and feeble men weaker-all because he tried again, to seek her All because he thought he needs her-He truly believes and grieves like thieves Stealing time that was never his to reminisce inside a kiss only to see it spun onto this Where his world gets weary as his eyes get teary watching the past unfolds to less than a theory I digress, hoping that it’ll all be over in one second or less, unless, all, is but a test I digress from digressing further, because everything’s a blur-like a nightmare slurring He confuses me, when he talks about me as “I to a he” to a muse as though he too has lost his shoes My head’s spinning-trying to find the right words to a song; a right place to belong I’ve gone and reached ahead while the unknown future still trapped in my bed; unwed from reality Uncoupled from normality where the only exception to the rule was to cry and so I play the fool He cries as I cry, sending our “goodbyes” to the sky, trusting that one day, I will get to fly As for now, I’ll embrace the pain with a little bit of salt and let it settle inside my private vault Where all my promises and wishes and dreams can come true, and while I’m there… I’ll think of you by: Wilbert Evangelista Dela CRuz