Romance - WILLOW

Romance doesn’t exists

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 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 psychology’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 our 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

Oooh ahhh ohhh, 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 man and women stay equal

In the eyes of society

Where we don’t condemn different people

For exercising their freedom

We’re sexist, I cried in an act of divine love

In a perverted into violence and lust

Where we still honor our mother

And all of her burgeoning light

Where we do not kill our brothers

Or rape our sisters or enslave any life