(2013)
#HeartacheLife #Love
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again