I remember the songs I sang to you through the phone to help you fall asleep. My voice was a small, whisper in the night; I swore I could hear your quiet, gentle breaths through the phone. In the night, your voice was a deep warm blanket I let myself fall into; in the day, it was a light so bright I could barely see my troubles anymore.
Maybe the light was too bright, because I think I went blind.
I still remember the songs I sang to you, do you? I sing them every night hoping maybe you'll hear them. I scream at the top of my lungs thinking that maybe if I sing them loud enough, I'll hear your quiet breathing again.
Please remember the songs. Remember me, because I'll never forget you, my first love.
YOU ARE READING
a collection of unrelated writings
Poesíaa collection of lyrics, poetry, passages etc. i wrote during an odd period in my life. maybe someone will find this and relate or not feel as lonely. This isn't really meant for the public, its more for me, just so I can have a place to put all my...
