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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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