Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

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

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


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

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

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

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

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