“you can not love her” they whisper.
“for it is a sin.”
i only smile at there words knowing that they have not knelt at her alter nor tasted the divinity staining her lips. they have not heard there giggles murmerd between every kiss.
“so be it then.” i say.
“i will gladly walk gladly into hell knowing i’ve held heaven in my hands.”
- lyra wren

















