(2014)
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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 awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
