(2014)
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
