woodpryan
11-03-2010, 10:14 PM
Singing her to sleep
She was mine and mine alone
It was in these eyes that her beauty shone
The nights I sang to her until she slept
The same as when I calmed her as she wept
Her head upon my shoulder
And her body light and slender
Are the things I keep remembered
As I lie alone attempting to forget her
He came to her unburdened
By hopes or dreams; a life uncertain
But in the way of personality
He must have something over me
Prospects of a life divine
She shared her dreams with mine
A life of beauty and relief
In shambles – I watch with disbelief
She has been misled
Into thinking I am dead
No longer worth the wait
Her life in pieces now too late
Never have I felt this way
About someone met upon my way
I don’t like the feeling of hate
That burns in my chest while I’m irate
Never have I wished eternal sleep
For a man I met upon the street
But now as my world tumbles down
I hope for grim to come around
And I never have believed
That heaven was more than seed
From our senseless fear of death
Or that Satan had a breath
But if these things I did hold true
It is brimstone I would wish unto
The man that stole my life
And the one to be my wife
Yet does it not take two
To make such nightmares true
And to her I cannot say
That I wish for disarray
I wish upon her house and child
A man who will make her smile
Who will sing her down to sleep
And calm her in her need to weep
She was mine and mine alone
It was in these eyes that her beauty shone
The nights I sang to her until she slept
The same as when I calmed her as she wept
Her head upon my shoulder
And her body light and slender
Are the things I keep remembered
As I lie alone attempting to forget her
He came to her unburdened
By hopes or dreams; a life uncertain
But in the way of personality
He must have something over me
Prospects of a life divine
She shared her dreams with mine
A life of beauty and relief
In shambles – I watch with disbelief
She has been misled
Into thinking I am dead
No longer worth the wait
Her life in pieces now too late
Never have I felt this way
About someone met upon my way
I don’t like the feeling of hate
That burns in my chest while I’m irate
Never have I wished eternal sleep
For a man I met upon the street
But now as my world tumbles down
I hope for grim to come around
And I never have believed
That heaven was more than seed
From our senseless fear of death
Or that Satan had a breath
But if these things I did hold true
It is brimstone I would wish unto
The man that stole my life
And the one to be my wife
Yet does it not take two
To make such nightmares true
And to her I cannot say
That I wish for disarray
I wish upon her house and child
A man who will make her smile
Who will sing her down to sleep
And calm her in her need to weep