The Kinder Prince

I have dealt with the vows of liars,
The ones who love, who also cheat;
I’ve felt the horror of heartbreak –
It just feels like it’s on repeat.

I’ve cried more than my share of tears;
I have rebuilt my life from scratch,
Over and over, in my house of flint –
And I have even lit the match.

You came to my life, years ago,
And I felt your eyes ever since;
I began knowing your sadness –
And calling you the Kinder Prince.

You are young and yet you have grown;
And I have smiled when you smile;
And while I didn’t believe you first –
You’ve been loving me all this while.

It took me time to see your heart –
For mine has always been broken;
I misunderstood your silence –
But since have heard your love spoken.

I am afraid of the future;
Yet I always believe today;
And because I see your kind heart –
I believe when you say you’ll stay.

I Am Not Radha

I can still feel you –
Our last kiss on the street –
A place I left you often –
Where we’ll never meet –

I remember still your tears –
Mixing with mine –
As you said good bye –
And ended us for all time –

I remember your golden hair –
Your lips, your spit, your eyes –
And suddenly I hate this life
Where all we live for dies –

I feel the emptiness
As I sit in the wind, under the moon –
And I hate the fact of life
That this feeling will pass soon. –

But I hope you feel this pain
That returns since we tore apart –
I hope it still makes you break –
The way you broke my heart –

Less or more

The sun never asks the earth,
If she loves him less or more;
There’s no bargain to be made;
There lies no exit door;

The sea has no vows broken,
As each wave pulls from the shore;
She never questions her love,
Nor asks, if the land loves her more.

And I should have known better,
Before love made me a whore;
Maybe, before I lose to life,
I could have charged it a bit more.