(2014)
#Love #PoetryWaiting
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
