The rain it started tapping, against your glass again,
You were fast asleep, counting sheep as you dreamt,
These past few weeks you made me realize, the truth behind the stories,
Of a woman so beautiful nothing else could matter
So here's my heart upon silver platter
Just be careful cause its raw,
Your eyes are closed,
And the neighbors door is still wide open, perhaps a sign of things to come,
It's not where you're from or where you've been,
All that really matters is the thoughts inside your own head,
Will you sink or swim? Will you even jump at all,
But on the fall you know you'll only think of her,

Your vagabond skin,
Is running far, far away from here
And the curves of your face,
Draw a map far far away from this landlocked place
It seems you've got the road in your blood
It seems you've got the road in your blood
But I don't really mind,
It seems that your one of my kind,
One of my kind

Porcelain pots, and my hair needled into knots,
I try and think of better thoughts
But ghosts they follow, and they haunt, and they turn my face something gaunt
And your traits you do flaunt,
With the depth of your angles unseen by most and my brain is burning, like toast,

I haven't Been able to write lately, quite like I once did
I began to show you my real self, and to your room you ran and you hid
I heard what you were once called, the words you spoke left me appalled
So I thought of a new name, the queen of the leaves, and on the edge of your kingdom,
The peasants stop, and they stare
At the golden crown, woven into your
Hair
You sell them on tradition,
They all leave with a smile
And they say "thank you queen, oh thank you queen, I can see why your garden always stays green"

A wise wizard approached you one day with a confession
He proclaimed he saw you in a lavender induced dream, and it was so wonderful that when we awoke his whole day was already ruined,

You responded in a whisper, please fear not, mister...,I'm sorry but I do not know your name

At first I was just a simple stranger,
Casting shadows in the dark,
And it was hidden from you,
The danger
And soon we became friends,
And the morning summer sun did strike and create a spark,
Thinking back I should have probably kept my tongue in check ,
You were a wreck I could see, a gallant ocean liner, with an engine fire causing the guests to flee
But soon After, you were what I thought would be a lover,
I could tell you were nothing like anyone other
But beneath a blanket I did smother, the morning summer sunlights spark
You will now soon be the boss, so that thin line of professional we will never cross
Again
If I can't love you as a lover, I will love you as my friend
My resting head beneath your wood is just a passing trend
And I won't see you as often sooner then later, but perhaps trampling feet can allow you to see something greater l,
Know you won't but, maybe
You'll miss me just as much as I know ill miss you and your morning face,