I could have been a scarlet queen
a jack of hearts or noble king
yet instead I turned my head
buried my feelings and played dead
watched the world from behind glass
I closed my ears and hid my heart
but alas the storm raged inside
there was no place for me to hide
no matter what I did or said
my emotions spilled my heart it bled
and so here I am
a broken spirit a desperate man
that seeks solace in what's little left
a kind word a measured breath
whom counts the days till your return
or better still finally learns
that peace is not an acquired taste
but what remains when you no longer chase