Holding his hand was like a prayer
and when we kissed I finally saw God
but no amount of getting on my knees could stop Hell from clutching it's burning hands to my throat and no volume of screaming could lead to my salvation.
I tell myself it must have been the devil telling him to love her
instead of me,
but that won't change the fact that you never were my Heaven.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
Holding his hand was like a prayer
and when we kissed I finally saw God
but no amount of getting on my knees could stop Hell from clutching it's burning hands to my throat and no volume of screaming could lead to my salvation.
I tell myself it must have been the devil telling him to love her
instead of me,
but that won't change the fact that you never were my Heaven.
