(2014)
#Faith #Life #Nothing
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did