Blissful Symphony

Your eyes, your hair, your lips.
You're everything: I want to kiss.
Sticks and stones will break my bones.
Words will cut out my wrists.

Those who said "words mean nothing"
Are hoes who've bled and are choking.
All who wait for fate to find them,
Better not hold their air and fly cause...

I hate you, I love you;
Perfect harmony.
I loathe you, I like you;
Blissful symphony.

The violins screech and bows fly.
Blood is bleached as it slowly drains my dry.
Nothing without you, come back please.
Fingers skip along the black and white keys.

"NO!" The singer cries into the mic.
"I'm straight as a ROAD! NO MORE DYKE!"
Your words always seemed to sing to me,
In a terrifying, blissful symphony.