an ode to the broken

There is a prince who lives in a kingdom not far away
He is known by many, and both loved and hated by some
"I couldn't care less what others might think!" and so he says
But sits on his throne, sad and lonely, when the day is all done

He walks head up like a stallion on call
But when no one is looking, he would stagger and fall
His heart shatters easy for which he would constantly put it back together
But cracks and missing pieces will be there forever

No one understood him, and whenever someone tried
It's always them who walks away, leaving his side
Promises broken one too many they all have been given
This prince and his deeds had never been forgiven

All he needs is love and a little compassion
Patience, understanding, all of these he mentioned
But one should first love himself and this is true
Before somebody else could love him too.



 

Mr. Pearly Whites

I once had a friend who had the most good looking set of teeth that I've ever seen. For a time I even called him "pearly whites." He was a good guitar player, he draws really well, a bit shy, and when he laughed, it was precious. There was a time in my life that I would leave my computer on with my Yahoo Messenger logged in until I would wake up in the morning, around 3 or 4am because he would buzz me. We would always talk in an ungodly hour. It seemed like he would always had a hard time sleeping. We would chat about almost everything: music, bananas, his teeth, why am I awake, him craving for corned beef, him talking to his friend Mr. Snuffleupagus which worried me a bit and told him to end that joke. This went on for about a month, sacrificing my sleep just so I could talk to him because at the back of my head I knew that something was amiss.