(2014)
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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
