(2014)
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
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
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
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
