(2014)
#Life #Love #Myth
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
