(2014)
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me