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

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

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

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

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

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

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

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

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