First message
i see you walk into my church, probably to cry over some stupid man you think you’re in love with, as my eyes fallow your every move up to the statue at the end of the isle, and I watch idly, tossing and apple back and forth, as i stride forward to get a better look at you. I take a bite of my white able carefully, and look you up and down as I watch you pray with narrowed eyes. though something about you is still striking..