If love and spite could match they would
Love is not a speech or prayer
A branch still live attached to root
Will not bend far
Olives grow most outside of war
So you bring your battle to me
If I gave up enough to reach
My skin would scar
I found myself but you did not
And from your book a branch of God
But yet the phrase was born in Greece
And your fruits tar
Grow as you are
(i got yet another letter from my grandparents being mad that i'm queer and demanding i turn back to christ, they called it "extending an olive branch" and it kinda spurred on my creativity iunno)
