(2014)
#Nature #Poetry
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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 wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
