Pretending

Let's keep on pretending that
Heaven will be worth the waiting
in the end of our tortured love.

We'll pretend that this will end
our cravings for one another.

No longer will lust pulse in our
veins for the other person, that's
what we should tell ourselves.

God frowns upon our heated touches.

Then again, I wonder if we'll end up
in Heaven together, to be lovers.

If not, that's Hell, not Heaven.

My never is found inside of forever
with you, your blue eyes that are so
cold when I ask for us to wait for
sex in the future.

You mumble sweet nothings.

I want to keep pretending that I can
wait for Heaven, just one more night to
be held by you and feel one with the person
I am so madly in love with.

I'm going to keep on pretending.