i’m not much of a believer anymore,
but something i never told you
was that i dreamt of you
not too long ago.
in the dream, I was holding your hand,
and we stood amongst the blades
of the wind, with our heads high,
grinning against the world.
in the dream, god approached me
and said...
“i hope you realize she is special. care for her,
protect her and loath her in love.
when the world tries to topple her,
be her mountain.
for i,
will not be there.
when she sheds her tears
and they spell her sins,
take those words
and craft a melody
she’ll later on sing.
for i,
will not be there.
and when she’s broken down
and her wings can no longer
soar, be the king she’s wanted
for so long.
for i,
will not be there.
for she is the fallen angel,
I worked the most
on.”
-melancholicreator
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC
i’m not much of a believer anymore,
but something i never told you
was that i dreamt of you
not too long ago.
in the dream, I was holding your hand,
and we stood amongst the blades
of the wind, with our heads high,
grinning against the world.
in the dream, god approached me
and said...
“i hope you realize she is special. care for her,
protect her and loath her in love.
when the world tries to topple her,
be her mountain.
for i,
will not be there.
when she sheds her tears
and they spell her sins,
take those words
and craft a melody
she’ll later on sing.
for i,
will not be there.
and when she’s broken down
and her wings can no longer
soar, be the king she’s wanted
for so long.
for i,
will not be there.
for she is the fallen angel,
I worked the most
on.”
-melancholicreator
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