(2014)
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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
