Hope glides atop of the piano…

…kindness falls like rain, it washes her way….

If you don’t know where you started from and if you don’t know where you’re going, does it matter if you can’t figure out where you currently are?

…My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won’t you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst or break or bury or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer. Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember, I’ll always remember the sound of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers and the time on the clock when we realized
it’s so late and the walk that we shared together. The street was wet and the gate was locked so I jumped it and let you in and you stood at the door with your hands on my waist and you kissed me, but you meant it and I knew that you meant it, that you meant it, that you meant it,
and I knew, that you meant it, that you meant it….