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

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

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

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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