the grey mists silkily shroud you in a parody of chaos
I would hold you close to me.
eyes burn, baptised in the ocean waters of pain
I would seal each one away in a bottle.
feet lose their way, trapped once more in the quagmire of worry
I would give you wings to fly.
you stumble upon the jagged stones which you cast long ago
I would be your path.
when demons slash your soul with punishments long deserved
I would die for you.
As the waves crush you against all hope
I would be your beacon.
When you fall from emotional cliffs of despair
I would catch you.
I would carry you...
I would love you.
Would you let me?
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