(2014)
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Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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 awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas