ARE YOU READY TO FUCKING FLY
I will always try and reblog this.
Do you think about me still, am I the one that’s on your mind?
Or have I drifted from your thoughts, have you left me behind?
I know that you don’t think so, but this heart was made for you.
And I wear this armor for you; my shield is tried and true.
And these battles that I face, oh these demons that I smite
I’m blood stained, and I’m beaten, but it’s for you that I fight
I fight these wars with words and rhymes, a silver pointed tongue,
An artist on a battleground whose mighty sword has swung.
And as I march home to my kingdom and let out a battle cry
This feeling deep inside of me, a part of me that dies.
For these once hallowed corridors where we watched our love grow
Are now just hollowed room and board, a love we’ll never know.
But I will sit and wait upon this throne, built with love, by hand
For I am your king, your bold white knight, and one day you’ll understand.
remember that time i thought i could draw?