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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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