(2014)
#Hate #Love #Poetry
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth