Wounded Cries..!

Wounded Cries :(

Wounded Cries

They’re dating! He’s proposing her!

She’s the princess of his heart,

And I’m left with my broken dreams,

My story ends, before it could start.

He’s mean, yet I can’t forget him,

For once I loved him beyond a crush,

With his pretty dimples and blue eyes,

Even with my brain saying, “Don’t rush!”

Great was that day I found his love,

My heart dancing, a dream-come-true.

Describing it in short, I’d said,

“It’s all worth living for you.”

We were together, a perfect-match,

Hand in hand, fingers interlocked,

Dreaming future, relishing present,

Together we ate, loved and sobbed.

But now, his true love has changed,

He says, “You’re not much for a look.”

Being after the pretty brunette,

He’ll get her, by hook or by crook.

Ripping me apart is this pain,

I may cry even at the fall of a hat.

He’s not here, even to listen,

The wounded cries I shed.

If love is enjoying in being hurt,

I’m happy, I had my love.

That’s what keeps me living,

Memories that I held above.

They say its bad to have good memories,

Stabbing you back in worse times.

But when its the only thing left,

I don't minds temporary glad crimes.