Weekly Ramblings

• You'll still hear me knocking on your door when my bones are rolling in the wind on your porch. #
• Don't you know, who I am, you've looked into these eyes so many times, the ones that say yes, you, can. #
• I can't say any more, but I learned these words just to say to you, watching the moon as it sets, waking to diamonds of morning dew. #
• Don't you know, I have something for you, just rest your eyes, and I'll make your smile true. #
• Don't you know, who I am? You've looked into these eyes so many times, I'm your mirror in a man. #
• I can't say anymore, all my words are waiting for you, watching the Sun as it sets, only you could improve my view. #
• Don't you know, this'll all come around again, come around, I've been locked away, 'cause I'm the most hopeful of men. #
• Heaven is the sound of your footsteps on wet asphalt, stopping, turning around, and coming home. #
• I poured the cup of tea, the least I could do is drink it, it takes a lot to make this hope, so let's pause before we sink it. #