Romance

Romance doesn't exist It's a hoax to trick your mind into thinking perfection exists Or absence of suffering Stop leading girls to the clouds above, it's so distracting We can't focus on self-love Morality doesn't exist It's a construct we breed into children who see We create our paradigms, we create all our lives Ancient biology, evolving psychologies Is all here in this moment I want to know you like I know myself But it would be just as confusing in hell I'm imagining a different history Imagine us in a field Feasting on mountains that stretch very high With the skies, the color of bruises and cuts Oozing and bleeding all over the sun Slowly, your hand caressing my thigh Slowly, your eyes connecting with mine Ooh ah oh, lays me Gingerly on my back The fall of the edge consumes me I'll never make it back to this moment To this moment, to this moment To this moment I want to know you like I know myself But it would be just as confusing in hell I'm imagining a different history Where men and women stay equal In the eyes of society Where we don't condemn different people For exercising their freedom "We're s*xist", I cried in an act of divine love In a perverted into violence and lust Where we still honor our mother In all of her burgeoning light Where we do not kill our brothers Or rape our sisters or enslave any life --- Romance - WILLOW