Author Information
Love letters to yourself
Open mouth spilling out the latest news
of current on-goings and the goings-on of the youth
simple words from a no name heart
thrown into miscalculated starts
and the hope that blooms is dieing at the root
Theres a big strong man with blistered calused hands
his voice is crying in the gutter with the dirt and sand
he sits alone in discontent
this time could've been better spent
he's a no name faceless stranger in his homeland
Theres an upstairs party no one attends
filter through the homeless and the fair-weather friends
butts and bottles swell the floor
but dont open upstairs doors
so make a phonecall to a stranger for a shoulder to lend
Gamble for religion, Mama's old time hymns
hanging photos from the rafters and the oak tree limbs
pretend to be someone else
and write love letters to yourself
but always keep your gutters clean and your hedges trim
