(2014)
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
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 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
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
