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Blur the Lines, Love


That look. 

Yes, you know it.

That look when you get,

When you love her and show it.

They just don't understand my love,

This black and white society

They don't see in color,

It's why they hide from you and me.

They drew a line.

Gave us labels, 

You and I.

Well, you know what my dear?

I'm sick of telling them

what they want to hear!

Done with offerings, withdraw the white dove.

Just go ahead and blur the lines,

Love.

 

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