Beating around the bush
Feels like all I do
I know what I mean to you
I know how you feel
And the role I fill
I would be to the point
can’t wait till we’re joint

But I’m afraid
Our friendship is sacred
A burning bush
My Pharaoh
Calling me by my name
Even if I take off my shoes
We will fall out, burn out
Then walk out

But if I beat around the bush
I can love you without being consumed
But lately I swear
I’d risk being ash and bones
Than be within touch
And out of sync with your soul

And even if
The promised land isn’t promised
At least I see the view
Of the life I’ll miss
At the edge of Canaan
Incomplete, like pain on

~ Roméon🔥 ~