ironically,
the way i was taught,
the blood of christ,
the way prayers
would fall from my lips,
would be the only
god forsaken
reason,
i should be on my knees.
however,
without much thought,
as i drink from his cup,
as his lips
touch mine,
i find myself
being the only
sacrifice.
- zmh // sinners.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
the ruins of me
Puisii love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
