I either got bored or had too much work, and now I don’t remember what I wanted to do with it, but I think it would’ve taken a turn at some point, maybe because I was bitter or something.
I know that you recall those flighty weeks
When chivalrous men did childish deeds
On impetuous steeds to call your heed
When the stars and galaxies
Shone brightly and gleamed
To catch a reflection of your radiant beams
When chivalrous men did childish deeds
On impetuous steeds to call your heed
When the stars and galaxies
Shone brightly and gleamed
To catch a reflection of your radiant beams