Little Stories from Big Hearts

We all were dressed in black and white

We all were dressed black and white, 

singing to heaven once awhile.

We all were here, saying prayers, walking straight;

Talking soft and bright, being closed and with fear.

Fear of thinking for ourselves and not on everyone else.

Why can't we hate or fear? Why we just have to give grace?

Fall in love, fall apart?

Once I loved, but it was so wrong, so bad looking.

I loved someone dressed just like me, someone that loved God, just like I did. Satan gave me those feelings, said someone that I trusted, she told me that I had to pray... pray to the lord to please save my soul.

I didn't want to, I was finally happy.

Then there was a kiss, and that kiss was so wrong, and everyone knew about it,

and the priest just looked at me like I was nothing.

My dad looked at me like I was nothing.

And I lost everything, and I was living in the streets, I missed the nuns, I missed my dad.

I missed her.

Oh, God.

Why?

Why your child has to be treated like this when the great book says "Above all, keep loving one another earnestly since love covers a multitude of sins."?

But everyone thinks that I have sinned.

Please, God, make them open their eyes.

I just wanted to love. I wanted to be loved.

It does not matter if it was a nun the one that I loved, you say that we have to love one another, and that love comes from you, so, tell me, if this is so bad and love just come from you, why am I feeling like this? Like she is the only person in the world that would make me happy?

And, now that I am alone, nearly dying in this wet and dirty river, I think about one thing.

We all were dressed black and white because we wanted to hide who we really were.

We sang to heaven because they did not teach us anything else.

We just loved God, because no one knew what was to love someone else.