"My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshipped her sooner. If the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week. 'We were born sick, ' you heard them say it. My church offers no absolutes. She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'. The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you. I was born sick, but I love it.
Command me to be well.. Amen. Amen. Amen" Spinner and i sang.
Spinner took his eyes off the road briefly and we smiled big at each other before singing loudly. "Take me to church!! I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies!! I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife!! Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life!!"
We pulled up to the turkey hill and parked the car.
I got out still humming the song.
Spinner opened the door for me and we entered the almost vacant Turkey Hill. There was only one customer at the cash register. He turned around and looked at Spinner and I with wide eyes. He was an Asian looking man.. He grunted and left the store shoving past me in the process.
"Ugh.. How rude" I said.
"Asshole.."
I shrugged it off. "Anyway, hey Mark! How are you?" I asked the guy behind the cash register.
He looked a little pale, even for him and he's Irish... "Um.. Hey Mia"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You okay? You look like you just seen a ghost"
He shook his head "No, yea im- I'm fine. Hey look I'm gonna be closing up early tonight so.."
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The Story Of Us *BWWM* (EDITING)
Teen FictionA/N I am currently editing and rewiring this a little because their are some grammar mistakes and parts of the story that can be explained and written better. I wrote this a long time ago, when I just started writing and exploring different writing...
