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

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

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

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

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 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 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

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