(2014)
#DreamsLoss #Love
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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 wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
