(2014)
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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 see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
