(2013)
#Death #Life #Love
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes