(2013)
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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 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
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
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
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
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
