There is a way a king speaks
I ask a question because of these thoughts that never stop wondering
Never thought I could have it all
The eyes that will age the wine, spilling music notes from the lessons
That only age my mind
I found peace with myself
I found not many will find it
I thanked her!
For allowing me to have her... then again... I never really had her
Her wants changed
She became... Life's Very Own
Where you believe that it's okay to live unruly
The King chased after you
"He lost"