(2013)
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
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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 wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
