sing me a song,
tell me what i am doing isn't wrong,
whisper to me that thinking these things is allowed,
that i can have my head up in these clouds,
sing me a song,
let me know exactly where i belong,
lift me up to my feet,
teach me how to dance to this beat,
hum me a tune,
where all of my pathes don't end in doom,
how i can draw out a clear picture of my fate,
and where it isn't all too late,
hum me a tune,
even when my lips have turned blue,
don't you cry,
even after i've said my goodbye,
just sing me a song,
where none of this ever went wrong,
just hum me a tune,
where we are running over all these dunes.

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Poetrywhen i tried to avoid the fact i wanted to die, by writing anti-suicide poems. now this book sort of became a person, it grew a mind, a soul, and a heart. so, in turn, it kept listening to my petty problems. (lowercase intended) Highest Ranking: #18...