(2014)
#Love #Waiting
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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 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
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
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
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
