(2014)
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
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
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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
