I've sought, throughout my entire life, what were inevitably all for naught; to beseech a heart as this
I would have traded all before it just for a moment to embrace it with all my own
This is the preface of a blessing unto a man who lost faith, long ago; the echo of a voice what crept in through mere dreams and left with stoic wanting of what never could be found before
I yearn to give my heart for this
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
I've sought, throughout my entire life, what were inevitably all for naught; to beseech a heart as this
I would have traded all before it just for a moment to embrace it with all my own
This is the preface of a blessing unto a man who lost faith, long ago; the echo of a voice what crept in through mere dreams and left with stoic wanting of what never could be found before
I yearn to give my heart for this
I would transcend everything just to be what's needed, and to never let escape one single breath in vain for all I would know nothing less to be that of an angel
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