̶ ̶ lxxi. BURIED FAITH.
i wish to be swallowed by a church. to feel holy and glory all at once. to know that the Man that died for us is not a myth but beyond something you could lie about.
i no longer want to be a God fearing woman.
YOU ARE READING
soon.
Poetryxvi, april. (i). cotton mouth with a heavy heart. © playlist poetry h.r. : #47
