I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting

Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like

There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze

You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did

I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well

I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes

All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life

Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes