This one touches me. I really wish I could write down the things you talk about. I sometimes think I let my emotions have too much control over me on certain subjects, that when I write them, it comes out all wrong.
"One day a savior will come
to blow paper boats along.
One day the answer will appear
to every question and song."
It seems like everyone's wish doesn't it? For someone to come along and pick up the pieces, and yet even when they do, some are too small to place back together. I like the simplicity of your poem. It gets to the heart of the subject without going into a long drawn out spiel. Hm. Never knew spiel was spelled with an 'i' :) things you learn through spell check eh? (Thank you FF)
"But oh, we cry when split apart
and night seems to be calling still.
Maybe there is iron to be carved
if the only distraction is the heart."
I'm not sure if this is correct, it just seems so to me when I go over it. Should "But oh, we cry when split apart" be "But oh, we cry, when split apart"? Hm, something seems off there even on that. Maybe the whole "oh" is just throwing me off slightly and it really isn't anything.
I like this part the most. It seems to draw on ones feelings and gives it a finality that I really like. Hm. I think I say like a lot when it comes to your work. Not sure how much help that is going to be if I like everything I read. But it also means that I find you exceptional when it comes to writing. So that could be a good thing :)