The Cradles Omen Poem by eimer oloinsgig
The Cradles Omen
Pulling at my hair,
forgetting what I cry for
he shapes my mind
what to live and die for
left me behind
went to sea in a bottle
I am left
soft and broken
wailing from my cradle
oh wont you smile a little while
you could be my pretty angle
strangle me till I fall into velvet dreams
then I might be able
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4/25/2024 7:22:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I fall in to velvet dreams, good poem , thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.