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One of my many poems :) |
| Sing me to sleep, your sweet song is my serenade The words become a part of me, fill my loneliness with a sense of longing Things are so jumbled, colors turn into shapes, they collide and form a mess of nothing Nothing has become my everything, my guide to a future none can anticipate So I find a way to make it all fit together, I take my words and I make them into something Sing me to sleep, your serenade, it fades Wake me in a world where nothing is right, but everything is there, so real. A sense of dread comes with this gift of vision, if I close my eyes I can hear the symphony so sing your sweet serenade |