(2014)
#Life #LossLove
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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 wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
