CAMELOT FANTASIES

PRETENSES

When luv passes me by, I do cry.
Everyone does you see, then ahead they proceed.
Moving forward again, waiting for time to make amends.
From your heart, luv ascends.
Life, is good again.
Repeating  lifes pretenses, puts up defenses to refrain.
When cutting someone, out ov your life.
Cut deep enough, getting all the heart.
Instead ov leaving it, in many pieces.
Splicing it a bit at a time, only causes the pain.
Miseries I do gain, the principle unfortunately is the restraints.
Never wanting, to fall in luv again.
Mirrored, Luvs instincts.