Sad to say our mighty ruler. Is not really in the pink. Hopes could not be minuscular. That he'll come back from the brink. . Not to beat around the bush.
I'm sorry for everything I've said. And for anything I forgot to say too. When things get so complicated. I stumble, at best, muddle through. . I wish that our lives could be simple.
It's so strange he doesn't show me more affection than he needs. Almost formal, too respectful, never takes romantic leads. There are times when I imagine I'm not always on his mind.
Sand to say our mighty ruler. Is not really in the pink. Hopes could not be minuscular. That he will come back from the brink. Not to beat arround the bush.