Just to feel someone next to me
To hear a soft and steady breathing
Someone who knows what I’m feeling
And refuses to leave me hurting
Through the doctors visits and meds
Through countless hospital beds
Through things I should have never said
And the times I wish I was dead
Please sing me to sleep
My heart will be yours to keep
Just sing to me a lullaby
And kiss away the tears I cry
To feel your hands on me
And know you never planned to leave
Through the illnesses that plague me
And all I really wanted to be
Through all of my broken dreams
And my heart splitting at the seams
I know you will understand
When the time comes for me to leave
Please sing me to sleep
My heart will be yours to keep
Just sing to me a lullaby
And kiss away the tears I cry
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I’d offer to sing, but I’m pretty sure my would just make things worse on you.
Once again, though, you’re showing off some amazing writing talent.
*my voice would make things worse
Ohhhh I think someone needs a little encouragement… Wal-rus! Wal-Rus! Wal RUS!
WALRUS PLEASE. There is no song more beautiful than that of a walrus. ._.
This is beautiful. It’,s ironic how something so hearfelt can come from pain.
Thank you so much
Sammi, I wish there were a word more powerful than “beautiful” to describe this. I’m just stunned. Such a poetic thought… so sad & hopeful, tragic & victorious, all boiling down to a simple sweet image. You’ve summed up isolation & yearning better than anything I’ve ever read. Thank you sooo much for this.
Salt… No. Thank you. You’re such a unique and brilliant person.
Magniflorious as always Sammi.
I am reminded of an old English lullaby my dad used to sing:
O don’t you remember
A long time ago
Two poor little babes,
Their names I don’t know,
They strayed far away,
On a bright summer’s day.
These two little babes
Got lost on their way.
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Poor babes in the wood!
Poor babes in the wood!
Oh! Don’t you remember
Those babes in the wood?
Among the trees high,
Beneath the blue sky,
They plucked the bright flowers
And watched the birds fly;
Then on blackberries fed,
And strawberries red,
And when they were weary
‘We’ll go home,’ they said.
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And when it was night,
So sad was their plight,
The sun it went down,
And the moon gave no light!
They sobbed and they sighed
And they bitterly cried
And long before morning,
They lay down and died.
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And when they were dead,
The robins so red,
Brought strawberry leaves
And over them spread
And all the day long,
On the branches did throng,
They mournfully whistled,
And this was their song:
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Beautiful, ceph. I’d like to say I’ll sing this to my children, but…. Well… I’m here.. So that’s not an option.