(2012)
#Autumn #DeathLife
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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