Simple threads when wound
Become solid rope
Poems written down
A method to cope

The wind whispers through the willow trees
And the thunder rolls through the clouds
The mist lays in the valleys
And the city in a shroud

Writer's block, writer's block
Why do I listen to the clock
That ever sits inside my mind
Telling me I'm out of time

-AOTD/Kurt

Brittany: Make a wish its 1:11.
Me: I already did, and you came true.

True love does not exist
So do not chase it my friend
Or else the cost on you
Will be more than you can spend

I love your walk
The smile that plays upon your lips
How your body curves
From your shoulders to your hips

Two Sides:

The warrior raises his weapon
His friend is dead
Both were inlisted
One for the union, one for the confederate

excerpt from an upcoming poem.

Your the gravity that keeps me grounded, the oxygene that keeps me breathing, your the knife that cut my heart into pieces with every lie you told.

If i could spend everyday with you, i would curse the need to sleep. Because it would be a waste of 8 hours that i could spend with you.

The other day i had someone ask me if i'd rather marry Katie (you) or the most beautiful person in the world. I sat there for a second and i had to ask them, why listed you twice

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