I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

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

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

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

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

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

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

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

Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest