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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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