(2013)
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
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
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
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 see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
