(2014)
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
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
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
