(2014)
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
