(2013)
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that