But they would burn my mouth
before you could even kiss it.
Don’t you think it’s a blessing we’re alive now,
and at the same time, too? Say it.
But they would bury me alive
before I could make you believe.
Don’t you think it’s a curse that we’re aligned,
yet so far away at the same time? **** it.
But they would blast off my body
before you could even bless it.
They would brand my poetry as blasphemy
before I could read them to you under the exploding stars.
They would call me the devil and the witch
before I could even become your eternal love or divine scar.