Saints and Sinners
You put me on my knees and I sob to God
"Please"
This poem isn't any different than the ones before
It's about how I love you
Something I can never ignore
It's about how you love him, too
He is just a concept in my head
The devil, a ghost, haunting your bed
Where my soul was before and where I said
"Sorry Jesus"
When you took off your cross necklace
and then your shirt
and we bled
A river of love and a river of vibrant paint
Kissing like sinners but together feeling like saints
because heaven was the cliche time I spent with you
He is the devil, who creates a hell for me
but not you
This is so unfair
I want not to care
But since you're the sky
I can always, always see you stare
And I shout back that I love you
Molly I love you
But the funny thing about the sky is
It is so, so far away
I'd have to risk my life to breathe you again