knowest thou of my proclivities for the perverted and the asinine. "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate." knowest thou of my struggles to reclaim the third sphere of heaven. i await thee.
Monday, October 6, 2008
If You Let Me
promise by ~lostinfield on deviantART
I’ll manufacture your happiness from scraps of joy that fall from the Master’s table. I’ll house your pain in a petri dish of grief that your sadness may grow to flowers of bliss.
I’ll redesign your fate that I’ll bear the scars from your battles. I’ll shoulder your burdens until I’m on my knees and begging for mercy. I’ll break my back until you see the fulfillment of our dreams.
I’ll approach your flaws as markers of a beauty that is yet to blossom. I’ll turn your weaknesses into strongholds of excellence, where the faithless are challenged to believe.
I’ll let you mine my soul, so that people can marvel at the expressions of you in me. I’ll let you make my happiness, as you carry my heart for me…
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