Have you ever loved bloodshot eyes,
Slurred words from raw tongues,
Speaking of things stretching with the waves,
While you are hoping for that one ship to sail,
To travel across the world and
Come back to you
With words of assurance,
That everything you’ve discerned
Is real
And infallible.

Have you ever looked straight at bright eyes,
And feel nothing strange,
Merely a sense of wonder of how white light,
Conquers dark circles in the sky,
And every other beautiful thing in the world,
But, hinders you from seeing deeper
Down the abyss
Where truth lies,
Real
And infallible.

Have you ever spoke of disarrayed haystacks,
Giving you all the chances to find a needle,
When it wasn’t even meant for you to find,
Until you perceived the unmistakable shiny metal,
Reflecting on your own shimmering blue eyes,
And the moment you reached for it,
Merely pricks you, inflicting pain,
And on the blood that oozes,
Are juices of the truth,
Real
And infallible.

Have you ever felt the warm hands of a man,
Enclosed in yours,
Guilt creeping at every edge of your fingers,
Asking all the same questions,
“Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me?”
And getting hesitation in return,
Painting truth at a blank canvas,
Sugarcoating it with vibrant colors,
Somewhat real
And infallible.

Have you ever loved a broken tree,
With its trunk sawed halfway through his intestines,
Leaves falling, going with the wind,
Branches giving out, giving up on him,
Flowers losing its fragrance,
Roots releasing the tight grip,
The soil preparing to let you go,
Have you ever loved a broken tree,
Carved with initials of L.I.E.S,
Enclosed in a broken heart,
Waiting for someone, anyone,
To give meaning to it,
To be brave enough to offer the gift
Of time and carefully change the carvings
To L.O.V.E.,
And, once again, give out false hope,
Of a love,
Unreal
And fallible.

Have you ever loved a broken tree,
Enough to carve his name on it,
And blink out tears of tribute,
Or have you loved it in the way,
You’ll saw its other half,
Break it completely,
Then, plant a new seed

Have you ever loved bloodshot eyes,
Slurred words from raw tongues,
Speaking of things
Unreal
And fallible,
And, still believes them.
Like how questions repeat itself,
“Do you love me,
Do you love me,
Do you love me?”
And getting yes as an answer,

This time,
Real
And infallible.