(2014)
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 was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
