The Man Way Back Poem by Princess Bernadette Anillo

The way it turns is the way it shall be
The path that is straight is not always a disguise
For a man like him to believe in destiny
Means he have his love to compromise

The cracks it had before it was apart
are the signs of the struggle to remain whole
For a man like him to stitch his own heart
Is a sign that he acted as a fool

And the pain that it had brought
Is the remains of what was once happy
For a man like him to throw it away
Makes him a slave of others' misery

I sold my heart and the tag was broken
I couldn't refund what shouldn't be mine
The warranty was sealed with a fountain pen
But his name was stabbed up to my spines

He was a fool out of the feeling
The madness that was tearing my simple nights
I was a fool, and was also a victim
of his promising, sparkling eyes

I'm driving the road of the curvy slope
Waiting for the time my breaks give up
I'd jump and I know, I will risk all my hope
of having the feeling I lost long enough

I live like a pawn waiting to be captured
Something inside me was longing for the King
For a man like him who's always tortured
Is too lucky to have me dreaming