How to love, grieve, and bloom.

Untitled #1

Always thought I was the good one
Blonde hair, green eyes, angel smize.
They thought God was with me,
Christ loved me.
Until they were told the truth:
That my place at the altar
Was with another man.
Now I'm crying 'cause they all went insane
Telling me I've got no brain,
That my choices are in vain.
I've got only one fan,
And now he's waiting for me to replan.
And I don't know how to sustain.
How to keep my sane.
I guess we'll be taking the plane:
To find a new destiny;
To just kiss and live festively;
To forget all the brothers and sisters who told us to go to hell agressively.
But to my mother, father, sister I have only one thing to say:
If you ever wanna find me,
You know where I stay.
It hurts the same as that day,
But I am ready to become the man you've always wanted me to be:
Just with my man standing right next to me.