Never led anyone sad to nurse their tears alone, share the pain and it will seems less, tell words of comfort and the silence will seems lighter...

Hugging the girl after she stopped crying,
my heart bled with every and each thorn
that was piercing hers, but my own tears
couldn’t wash away her sense of abandon.

Like seeing a beautiful rose dismembering
petal by petal by unseen fingers, it alone
make me to hate those insensitive hands
that were destroying beauty from my world.

She looked up to my face with pleading eyes
like asking that eternal why? But it was none
to be answered when she was asking me,
because with another man she was in love.

I am the one that always go behind, retrieving
the broken pieces that for many hearts fall,
no to mend the pieces of foundered feelings,
but to offer to the crying one a tender word.

I am wandering on the empty streets of my life,
no broken pieces will ever fell from me as I go,
one can get broken what we never, ever had,
when there is not a queen, it will be not a drone.

The girl’s tears that fell down on that lovely face
have dried up, the cause for them almost gone,
in my arms, she looked up at me, a pleading smile,
“if I forgive him, do you think that he will come?”

I couldn’t think, I couldn’t say, because my heart
she was stabbing with those unforgiving thorns,
not seeing me but pieces of the past and future,
where our present was just not altogether born.