(2013)
#Death #Life #Love
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well