(2012)
#Autumn #DeathLife
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things