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

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

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

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


You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

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

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