(2014)
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
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
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
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
