(2013)
#HeartLife #Love
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 hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back