(P.S. pre-op/non-op trans ppl exist- you'll be instantly blocked if you're an ass, I ain't wasting my time on you and I don't want my dysphoria triggered.)
you devote yourself to Him / live, breathe, sleep, exist for Him and yet, / He stays silent.
i am so so so normal about him i promise 👍
ft. lines from a poem i wrote; alt versions under the cut
clouds are from Jacob van Ruisadel's paintings -> A view of Amsterdam (c. 1665 - 1670), Road through Fields of Corn near the Zuider Zee (c. 1660 - 1662) and A Haarlempje: View of Haarlem with Bleaching Fields
and my silly poem <3 i dont write poems very often, so forgive me if it's a bit rough around the edges