(2014)
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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 wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
