(2014)
#Lonely #Love #Silence
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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
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
