I left my worries behind,

wore a skirt with a loose tshirt, held his hand

sat in a boat and went far away,

while behind some walls they maybe drinking their blues,

cursing about you,

and how their governance was loose,

and though I might not perfectly be handmade for you

but I choose to be with a man,

who makes me smile with his carelessly spoken words,

his soft talk, my name on his lips, is the pronounciation i miss.

And I am overwhelmed by the fact that I have overcome my nostalgia because of you.



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