Sing me to sleep A sweet lullaby About the prince And the princess Who never left Him by his side Sing me a song From angel lips About a girl who Never did die Living forever With her prince Up in the sky Scrappers above The city below Sing me a tale About rising up From lowest of lows To taste dreams Only imagined Here down below Sing me anything Other than truth I’m missing you In the places where You used to sing With me together Before the world Got too heavy For atlas to hold Now fallen broken At my feet and you Nowhere to be found Having found forbidden Wings at the bottom Of a bottle of pills Now I sing to myself The words I’d want To hear you singing To me in comfort When your not here To sing them to me
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It makes me sad to think of how many have found those wings.
“forbidden
Wings at the bottom
Of a bottle of pills”
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Loved it 😊
I hardly listen songs
But you made me think to listen some music 🎵
Jokes apart 😅
Your poem was too good👌
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