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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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