(2014)
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
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
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
