I’ll take your judgment, raise you Grace
put subtle glow upon your face
I’ll take the stories you don’t want
rework them in a different font
I’ll tinker with your broken thoughts
and dress them up with all I’ve got
I’ll send them back to you in hopes
that you can see they are not tropes
I’ll take your dullest, most mundane
and let it be that which sustains
you bled my feelings not my soul
but now it’s Time to make us whole