(2014)
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
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
