I’m sure you’re somebody else’s Guinevere … and I know better to think like you’re near … most think that I should just leave you alone
but it seems you’ve drawn the sword from my heart of stone
a young Arthur might say that it’s best … to not put your best heart to such a test … you’re probably someone’s beloved queen … so I should be clear to say what I do mean
no just ruler in his right heart and mind … would mislead you just to leave you behind … our life is what we make of the unknown … since you’ve drawn the sword from my grey heart of stone
I am not regal nor
a shiny white knight
I travel by whim of
red and green lights
not foolish enough
to think romance a thing
but you once made me feel
like the math class king
all I can say is only what I should … royalty would only say what is good … if ever a shoulder or ear I could lend … a happily ever after bond without end
the envy of sir lancelot and many … too kind to toss out a pound for a penny … you help me brave the winter with shield alone …
for you have drawn the sword from my heart of stone
wrote this last week …
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