(2013)
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
