(2014)
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
