(2013)
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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 spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
