Your halo sits lopsided on your head. While you were on your knees
God realized that your worship
was always to me.
Amen
YOU ARE READING
Of Citrus, Honey, and Melancholy ● Poetry ●
Poetry❝Part into me like an orange and make me spill over your fingertips.❞ ------------------------ An original collection of poetry and raw confessions about queer sexuality and pain. Please read at your own discrimination.
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Your halo sits lopsided on your head. While you were on your knees
God realized that your worship
was always to me.
Amen
