The Venamoured

Grant us some time
Give us courage to look inside
A gesture of good faith
After years of living a lie
It felt like we were at war but there was nothing at stake
Blood was drawn all the same
It’s still sticking to the blade
Like we are
And when we stagger back into refortified egos
It’s a peril to the splendour
And the venom for the enamoured
Secrets and lies
For those we used to isolize
Lay ruin to our true belief
Left us bitter and betrayed
Trust in me as you once did
And I will treat it with the greatest care
Our restored equality
As a testament to hopes and dreams
It felt like we were at war but there was nothing at stake
Lines were drawn all the same
As we fought to finde our balance