(2014)
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
