Some days I feel like a drowning woman But everyone thinks I'm waving hello While I choke on the way This darkness pulls me under Sadness dwells with nothing to remedyNo company do I keepalone in my melancholy having a personality...

.. his favorite color was purple, made him feel beautiful he had a certain way about his walk pranced ..   he wore pastels ..   my polished Prince convinced he lived in a Palace without malice   a true peace that only a beast would...

A bottle's shadow, etched against the night,Holds a ruby heart, both bitter and alight.A red sweet wine, where secrets softly sleep,And Arthur's presence, makes the moment deep.From sun-kissed lands, where vineyards gently sway,This vintage flows, to chase the blues...