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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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