It's Sunday, I'm sited at the first roll with my bold head and lash less eyes staring directly at the priest eyes , I know it is creepy but I don't care.
Presently I'm not here I'm there, where you are ,that bar near the church I attended my service .
Do you remember the day I skipped my service because you said I need to see God from your side and I did, I went to heaven the moment your lips touched mine for the first time.
You told me my lips wasn't the best but you will take what you can get and maybe that's what I did wrong .
I'm going to make my lips better that's what I did or tried doing because Google wasn't that helpful .
OMG I FAILED YOU. I'm going to punish my lips for not being good enough, I'm going to give it marks with the knife I stole from your pocket. I don't know why it was there but who cares .
NOTE
I washed it , because there was still blood stains on it .
Come back, I promise in my next life my lips will be better.
