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 get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

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

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

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

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

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

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