(2014)
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
