And again,
For the nth time,
You sang me your song,
I must admit,
You sound a bit like a walrus,
But you're my walrus,
But kidding aside,
Your song is all that I need,
To pacify my troubled mind,
And to calm my nerves,
I pretend to cover my ears,
But my heart hears every word,
And when you sing,
It's all that I hear,
It resonates in my mind,
As my heart resonates your name.
So sing my dear,
On the top of your lungs,
Sing as much as you want,
My little walrus,
I will always listen.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThings I write in the middle of the night when I can't sleep or whenever I feel the need to put my heart into words. Poems•Prose•Short Stories•Artworks
