At long, long last
They look at me and they ask,
“How’s it feel on top of the rainbow?”
And I’ve started to wonder why
Do I never speak the truth but the inspiring lie.
They want me to say “It’s like heaven”,
And it is, but I wish I could tell them
It’s hell on earth to be heavenly,
Yeah, that’s Taylor Swift, that should tell you I’m lonely.
They’ll remark, “Lonely? But you have a lover!”
And I’ll just smile, for they don’t know
That my man won’t even hold me
Without first checking if there’s someone around from “society”.
Why?
Why can’t I place a kiss on his cheeks
While we sit by the Ganges in peace?
Why can’t I entwine my fingers in his
While we watch the Aurora Borealis?
I wish one day he’ll take my hand and look at me,
And, this time, for longer than a couple of blinks
He’ll hold me transfixed with his stare
Unafraid of “society” and its glare.
“But what if fate denies you from ever seeing that day?”
I wish, then, a million sunsets from now,
As I look down from among the stars
They’ll be looking back at me, learning the rainbow’s past,
Their fingers entwined, at long, long last.
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