Mouthfuls.

silly little raindrops fall on the inside and outside of nothing but a guitar riff playing something more than familiar on this rainy day in this beanbag of time and losing self in dreamless slumber hoping and wishing that time would fly by like speedboats and sailboats on blue seas or skies with clouds like waves in oceans deeper than this beatingorgan which remembers first times and doorframed pictured photographs which hang on the whitewashed walls in burning rooms we might have been slow dancing like mayer says or those who wait like emmanuel bass melodies on just six strings when maybe sorry it wasn't enough and little messages left by you put me to sleep like a baby everyday coming home was time flying by before we knew it our songs were never played on the radio again without a doubt i am not too sure why a picture and a bunch of words made me cry tonight with our paths crossing that border of fine lines and thin red roses to keep close to my heart ever