And now it's getting hard to breathe. Pick your poison - heart or treason.
And ever faithful he shall be for sea brought him more joy than she. Better a man live a life of leave with enlivened heart 'neath tattered sleeve.
All I can say is, much like this post, I didn't know how it all started, where it went, and I pray it never concludes. All I knew was that I simply was in that moment, and the precise art of being is one to always be sought but never mastered.
Now I'm heartsick // hoping beyond hope that you can feel this // dreaming about the taste of your scarlet lipstick // soft, sweet kisses... oh, I've missed it // the chance to be your everything
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
I meandered and digressed as I made my way North//Discovered some gilded hills, and a smile//And it was all made just for me
On the day I live alone and in peace//My wife and my children, my comp'ny to keep//I'll stare off into the stars and I'll dream//Of adventures to be had when my soul takes its leave