Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

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

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

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

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking

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

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

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

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you