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

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

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

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

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

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

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 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

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

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

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