Her

When I'm with her I smile
But my mother whispers "Lord, save my child's soul," 
As her heart breaks for her lost child
When I'm with her I want to hold on tight, my lips against hers,
But my friend whispers "Sinner, sinner, sinner"
Her voice echoing around our brains, in our dreams at night
Or maybe nightmares
"If she meets another"
"Are you even sure"
"I accept it, But"
"It's not Right"
But I cannot focus on Them
I only focus on Us
When I'm with her
Because sometimes you have to let go
of people you loved once
If you want to be with the person you love
most