(2013)
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
