I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

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

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

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

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

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

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