(2013)
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could