casinova

Cremated pasts among the living,
last as long as you're forgiving
God sipping on linseed oil
As you see what tonight unfurls
The life that you hid away
Will come back and bite you
One way to see the living colors
Of Blue and green are so much funner
Than a life of prudence and boredom
But purity is such a subjective term

So tell me love what do you see
In these pretty folks
Made up so clean, die inside
But do you dream, of days filled with sugar plums
Not the acrid decay of life.

People pretend too much. I think too much, but i rather be real than pretend to be a ghost in a shell pretending to have become something so much better than what i was. I just became who i've always been, and found someone who loves that person. boo