I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love

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


So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we