(2014)
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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 have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
