I Don't Understand Why It's A Sin

Since It Had Gotten So Quiet In The Room That You Could Hear The Sound Of Your Own Doubts.

There Is No One Truth. There’s Only What Happened, Based On How You Perceive It.

It Was So Damn Hard To Find Love In This World, To Locate Someone Who Could Make You Feel That There Was A Reason You'd Been Put On This Earth. A Child, I Imagined, Was The Purest Form Of That. A Child Was The Love You Didn't Have To Look For, Didn't Have To Prove Anything To, Didn't Have To Worry About Losing. Which Is Why, When It Happened, It Hurt So Badly.

Why Is It That Only In The Very Beginnings Of A Relationship Are You Aware Of The Heat Coming From Inside A Person, Of The Number Of Inches You Would Have To Move For Your Shoulders To Brush As If It Were An Accident?

Did You Ever Think That Maybe What You See Isn't Really What's True?