(2013)
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
