(2014)
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
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 awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
