(2014)
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
