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

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

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

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

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

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

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

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 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