(2014)
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
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
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
