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.

Diamonds and Gold

I stepped in with care –
Despite that we fight.
I try to find middle ground –
You can’t read what I write…

You are not open nor out,
So you hold my hand,
Only in my castle grounds,
Or when I misunderstand…

I will love you –
The one way I know.
It won’t lessen.
It will only grow.

You are young and scared,
I am scared I am old;
Your goals are diamonds,
My hope merely gold.