Romance

Romance doesn't exist

It's a hoax that tricks your mind into thinking perfection exists

Or absence of suffering

Stop pleading ghosts 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 parodox

We create all our lives

Ancient biology, modern psychology

It's 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

Where the sky is the colour of bruises and cuts

Losing and bleeding all over the sun

Slowly your hand

Caressing my thigh

Slowly your eyes

Connecting with mine

Ooh-oh, lays me gingerly on my back

Before the urge 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

Where sex is sacred and an act of divine love

And not perverted into violence and lust

Where we still honour our mother

And all of her burgeoning late

Where do not kill our brothers or rape

Our sisters or enslave any life