Sing to me, like you used to
My heart longs for that sound.
Oh that angel soft melody,
Which made my soul lilt and flutter,
Everso softly, everso slightly with much grace,
And slight virtue that brings joy to me.

I remember, the times which,
Your very presence filled me with hope.
Sometimes still, I can feel your arms around me,
Holding me close and tight. Making me safe.
Providing that very love and protection, I grievously need.
The love that you offered, I greatly wanted

Hope comes to me, sometimes slender though,
That I still can see you again,
And be in your comforting arms,
Yet oh how I know, that I might not be fortunate
And only suffer a fool’s hope
But I not care, for I thought I had you

At times I even believe, that you feel the same,
Yet you show love differently to me,
In such a way, sometimes I not understand.
True you used to say it often,
Not a surety day went by, without that magical utterance
Sometimes mind, that sound grows faint

True, I hear your song still, sometimes briefly,
But the words are so faint, the melody incoherent,
That I cannot hear the sound and the sounds become muffled.
I long for your voice once again, everso much.
Deeply, I do truly long for it, greatly I do
But not in my heart, I doubtfully know that, I most likely
Will never hear, you loving song again

There was a man, a wile ago that be true
Who suppose to be dieing slowly, everso slow
Treading on his feet almost, death was almost near
All it would take, all it ever took
Was one push, or a tumble, he would be in cold grasp

Like I have said, and shall say again, in time
There was a man close to death
But not in the literal sense mind, not actively dieing
Just the passive idea of life lost, and life losing
Slipping away into time softly

its my birthday lol im 16