Under our skin

Under our skin,
Way down below
A pair of scales
Weighs our souls
Yours on the right
Mine on the left
It turns out to be
A perfect match
So I guess
We passed the test
Flower garlands
Under our chest
We hang them up
Around our heart
And celebrate
The birth of art

When you descend
Into the depth
Next to the place
Of secrets kept
You will find
A gang of lies
Whispering
Around a fire
O how they try
To form a plot
Against our souls
Who they fear not
Now it’s our luck
They are too late
Our love is sealed
Such is our fate.

2017-06-25T12:20:05+00:00