(2014)
#Death #Life #Seasons
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
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
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another