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

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

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

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

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

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

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

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 is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds