(2014)
#Drown #EmotionLife #Love #Rain #Sad
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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