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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest

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