(2014)
#Life #Love #Myth
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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 spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes