(2013)
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
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
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
