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

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

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

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

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

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

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

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

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


There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown