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

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

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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