God's Will.
When we fell in love you said it was God.
I said it was the taste of your lip’s on my tongue,
The way your body curved with mine.
I never told you this,
But I kept my white powder in the cross you gave me.
It was all that got me through those Sunday sermon’s.
You wondered why I left,
And I said it was “God’s will”.
When really,
It was because the church donation plate wasn’t enough anymore.
I said it was the taste of your lip’s on my tongue,
The way your body curved with mine.
I never told you this,
But I kept my white powder in the cross you gave me.
It was all that got me through those Sunday sermon’s.
You wondered why I left,
And I said it was “God’s will”.
When really,
It was because the church donation plate wasn’t enough anymore.