I’m having trouble telling devotion from sacrifice.
I remember you told me loving me was like going to church.
Maybe that’s why ever time I go it feels like you’re there.
I keep trying to find the meaning of all the things we talked about while smoking cigarettes.
Sometimes I’ll go through a pack just trying to decipher what was said.
“You make me more poetic“
Is still the one I have yet to solve and maybe that’s a good thing because, your smile to your lips have all returned to you.
But the moments our souls shared I’ll never sacrifice..
