Sing Me - Line Count: 18

Some songs aren't meant to be sung - they're meant to be prayed.

Sing me . .

You weren't meant for this song.
Slowly breathes.
A requiem no lips confess,
Curse wrapped lullaby long.
It still grieves-
Yet pulls you closer, nonetheless.

A harmony that calls.
Just for me-
The keys ignite in ghostly hues,
Notes floating over walls.
All can see-
Memories of our time are skewed.

Sing, music asked once more,
No tears shed-
The final line, she couldn't free,
Time stopped; love couldn't pour.
Loves long thread-
Voices sang loudly silent plea.

Line Count: 18
Genre: Music