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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

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

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