My rock-a-bye baby
don't you cry.
Dry your tears and let me
treat you to my twisted lullaby.
Allow me to whisk around
the beaten yolks of your mind.
Let me give you my simple design
swimming through mine.
We suffer from low
self-esteem.
What we want to say or do
only exists in our dreams.
We want an ear, but no one
wants to listen, it seems.
Esteem is scarce in us
and it'll take a lot to redeem.
We think the same things,
you see.
You just have a lot less
experience than me.
Our lives crash and burn.
There's so much to learn.
My rock-a-bye crybaby,
lie and i'll let you be.
Lie, lie, lie your way out.
It's the only option, obviously.
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Sleep My Love: Poetry
PuisiA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.
