(2014)
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
