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.