A song my mother used to sing to me. It would lull me to sleep. Most nights I would go straight into the arms of slumber. But it wasn’t those nights that were memorable. It was the nights that I spent tossing and turning in bed, even after my mother sang me that
As I sat outside the door, I heard my mother sing a lullaby she used to sing me. It was soft and sweet, unlike her raspy smokers voice. I felt nostalgic for the days where mere words strung together by a pretty melody could make me feel better. I felt sad that this could no longer comfort me.
Lullabies are generally calming songs and laments that help you sleep. As we get older, these once peaceful melodies become somehow ironic as they are used in horror story backgrounds. Nobody trusts them anymore.
She coughed, and I wasn’t sure what to do. She wasn’t feeling well and I knew this. so I started humming softly something my mother used to sing to me when I was sick. “Mmm” she said snuggling up to me holding my hand “I haven’t had anyone sing me a lullaby in a very long time” I smiled though I wasn’t exactly singing I could tell that she didn’t really care.
you said you’d sing me a lullaby, soft and slow
it wasn’t what I’d asked for
but you never listened anyways
I wanted an adventure
one that took me away from this place
and out of this world
but you kept me here with
the sound of your lullaby
The smooth sound that crept softly from the walls into the central nerves of my murky ears, drove me to wonder, if I could create something as beautiful as this lullaby??
I would love to sing a lullaby for my sweet baby girl one day. That is what I wish more than anything, to have a baby girl and be able to sing her a song that will remind her of me when she is older and hears it playing.
Lullaby and good night my darling. Time to rest your tired head forget about the days troubles and drift away into peaceful bliss. They will be new monsters to fight tomorrow.
i love you. i’m sad and i love you. how could you leave? why did you leave? i know why but i can’t handle it. why did i break it off with you? Why couldn’t i deal with a long distance relationship and stay with you? you are the love of my life and i love you and now you’re gone. this is my lullaby. i love you.
She’s been humming it for weeks before she notices that it’s the same song her mother used to sing to her. Which is just bullshit because she doesn’t remember her mother.
Her voice cut through the deep, darkness of the pond and literally started lifting my cold water soaked body to the surface above. One night i will never forget.
Tis dark. This stormy hour, you blind and blurs. The scorched earth cries out in pain, but music and singing have been my refuge and my light. The light of song, shining strong – hallelujah! Hallelujah! Through darkness and pain and strife, I’ll sing. I’ll be. I’ll see. Peace.
Lullaby…la la la…
In my head, I’m imagining my mother singing the well-known tune into my ear. I’m over 7,000 miles away from her right now, but I try to remain positive. At least I still have her right?
I used to sing the lullabies that made the children sleep. But ever since the accident, there is no more singing. Not from me. Not from the children. And I felt it would be better to admire just how hand it was outside.
mom, ninna nanna ninnao oh questa bimba a chi la do, se lo do al lupo nero se lo tiene per un anno intero! Selo do alla befana se latiene una settimana!! love
I love my family, my brothers, my parents. When I was child I used to slees with my parents.! I love it!!!!!
She used to sing lullabies to her child all the time. The baby in her arms would always fall asleep so quickly listening to her songs. She loved her voice and her child. Nothing should have ever separated them. But that was before the trolls. Before the destruction. Before the loneliness.
Let me sing you a lullaby from your childhood to make your evening more relaxing, I know there are things about being young that were not happy, but I remember how much you loved the sound of your Mother’s voice singing to you.
lullaby, i want to hear it before i turn up the bottle,
the bottle of pills will make it my last,
lullaby it’ll be so perfect, as my life is fading away,
the bottle of pills will make it my last.
She sang so softly; it was almost like a hum in the wind. She was savoring the last moments she had until the last time she could hold that child, until the last time she could rock that child. She sang so softly.
she was crying. mother wasnt here to sing a sweet lullaby to her now. she looked out the window, then closed her eyes, hoping she’ll somehow hear that voice
The child fell asleep to the lullaby. it was grand and sweet. he mother had an imperfect and soothing voice. the lullaby was about a kitten falling from a tree and breaking it’s leg, but the notes were so sweet that she didn’t care. it was all very familiar to her….had she been here before?
the lullaby my mom used to sing me was james taylor — “winter spring summer or fall. all you have to do is call. and i’ll be there.” and i believed that. and i still kinda do.
the rustling of our sheets at night, the soft sizle of your hair against my skin and the brushing sound of what little fabric we wear meeting each other beween our embrace that you couldnt fit a sheet of paper in between will surely sing me to sleep tonight.
His voice was like a lullaby… Drowning my anxieties with complacency. He stopped and I was jolted out of my stupor. I looked up to see his wide mouth expanding with his chest; he had wanted to inspire me.
I know that they are often songs that people, mothers or other relatives sing to a baby while trying to get it to go to sleep!! I find it strange how rock a bye baby is a famous one when the bow breaks and the cradle falls and down comes baby cradle and all!!
The soft rhythm of her voice lulls me to sleep. I don’t want it end.
“Mom?” I ask, she pauses her singing for one moment to respond
“yes?” her answer is melodic
“Thanks,” And my thanks means more than that
She sang softly in the ear of her baby boy. She never imagined that he would grow up to become one of the most notorious serial killers. Would’ve she sung that sweet lullaby if she had? Loved and nurtured that little baby boy? Would have she kissed his sweet face?
“Goodnight, my darling.” she whispered, pressing a kiss to her daughters forehead. Continuing the lullaby under her breath, she crept quietly from the room, closing the door softly.
“She’s asleep?”
The sound of her lovers voice summoning a smile to her lips. She nodded. “Finally, yes.”
Two arms, thin but firm with muscle, slid around her waist, effectively anchoring their bodies together. “Was it the dreams again?” she asked.
Though she leaned further into her hold, she hesitated to answer which was answer enough.
She sighed and moved as though to pull away. “It was, wasn’t it?”
“It’s not your fault, Gwen.” she said immediately.
on broadway, baby you are the greatest song in the world without end amen to all that jazz singer of a thousand songs without end of the story of the greatest thing I ever heard.
She sang sweetly into his ear. The day, coming to a close, had been a triumphant success for the two of them. Everything had gone according to plan, and the plan was excellent to begin with.
A sweet lullaby is what she needs. At night, when sleep isn’t coming, at day, when tears keep her from smiling. But the singer seems far away, not ready to sing to her, to keep her in his arms, to love her and be with her forever. So she keeps being lonely in the night and in the day.
A lullaby! If only some one sang her one like her mother did. Lost in the a world so new to her, she did not know of a place where she had a shed to take a nap under. She miss her mother a lot more than she had ever thought she would once she lost her way.
Her voice always sounded so sweet when she sang our lullaby. I could almost pretend i didn’t know how tormented she really was. Almost convince myself that it was just a trick of the sunlight that her eyes were glossing over as she sang to me that last time…
A song my mother used to sing to me. It would lull me to sleep. Most nights I would go straight into the arms of slumber. But it wasn’t those nights that were memorable. It was the nights that I spent tossing and turning in bed, even after my mother sang me that
As I sat outside the door, I heard my mother sing a lullaby she used to sing me. It was soft and sweet, unlike her raspy smokers voice. I felt nostalgic for the days where mere words strung together by a pretty melody could make me feel better. I felt sad that this could no longer comfort me.
Lullabies are generally calming songs and laments that help you sleep. As we get older, these once peaceful melodies become somehow ironic as they are used in horror story backgrounds. Nobody trusts them anymore.
She coughed, and I wasn’t sure what to do. She wasn’t feeling well and I knew this. so I started humming softly something my mother used to sing to me when I was sick. “Mmm” she said snuggling up to me holding my hand “I haven’t had anyone sing me a lullaby in a very long time” I smiled though I wasn’t exactly singing I could tell that she didn’t really care.
you said you’d sing me a lullaby, soft and slow
it wasn’t what I’d asked for
but you never listened anyways
I wanted an adventure
one that took me away from this place
and out of this world
but you kept me here with
the sound of your lullaby
The smooth sound that crept softly from the walls into the central nerves of my murky ears, drove me to wonder, if I could create something as beautiful as this lullaby??
I would love to sing a lullaby for my sweet baby girl one day. That is what I wish more than anything, to have a baby girl and be able to sing her a song that will remind her of me when she is older and hears it playing.
Lullaby and good night my darling. Time to rest your tired head forget about the days troubles and drift away into peaceful bliss. They will be new monsters to fight tomorrow.
i love you. i’m sad and i love you. how could you leave? why did you leave? i know why but i can’t handle it. why did i break it off with you? Why couldn’t i deal with a long distance relationship and stay with you? you are the love of my life and i love you and now you’re gone. this is my lullaby. i love you.
She’s been humming it for weeks before she notices that it’s the same song her mother used to sing to her. Which is just bullshit because she doesn’t remember her mother.
Her voice cut through the deep, darkness of the pond and literally started lifting my cold water soaked body to the surface above. One night i will never forget.
Tis dark. This stormy hour, you blind and blurs. The scorched earth cries out in pain, but music and singing have been my refuge and my light. The light of song, shining strong – hallelujah! Hallelujah! Through darkness and pain and strife, I’ll sing. I’ll be. I’ll see. Peace.
Lullaby…la la la…
In my head, I’m imagining my mother singing the well-known tune into my ear. I’m over 7,000 miles away from her right now, but I try to remain positive. At least I still have her right?
I used to sing the lullabies that made the children sleep. But ever since the accident, there is no more singing. Not from me. Not from the children. And I felt it would be better to admire just how hand it was outside.
mom, ninna nanna ninnao oh questa bimba a chi la do, se lo do al lupo nero se lo tiene per un anno intero! Selo do alla befana se latiene una settimana!! love
I love my family, my brothers, my parents. When I was child I used to slees with my parents.! I love it!!!!!
She used to sing lullabies to her child all the time. The baby in her arms would always fall asleep so quickly listening to her songs. She loved her voice and her child. Nothing should have ever separated them. But that was before the trolls. Before the destruction. Before the loneliness.
Let me sing you a lullaby from your childhood to make your evening more relaxing, I know there are things about being young that were not happy, but I remember how much you loved the sound of your Mother’s voice singing to you.
lullaby, i want to hear it before i turn up the bottle,
the bottle of pills will make it my last,
lullaby it’ll be so perfect, as my life is fading away,
the bottle of pills will make it my last.
She sang so softly; it was almost like a hum in the wind. She was savoring the last moments she had until the last time she could hold that child, until the last time she could rock that child. She sang so softly.
song, I’ll write you a lullaby. Iris by the goo goo dolls. hammers and strings by jacks mannequin. Lullaby my Shawn Mullins.
she was crying. mother wasnt here to sing a sweet lullaby to her now. she looked out the window, then closed her eyes, hoping she’ll somehow hear that voice
lulla lulla lullaby
lulla lulla lullaby
i rock you slowly
as time passes by
lulla lulla lullaby
lulla lulla lullaby
i love you most
my sweetiepie
beyonce, babies, mom, pillow, sleep, dreams, imaginary, love, childhood, romatic, grandmother,
The child fell asleep to the lullaby. it was grand and sweet. he mother had an imperfect and soothing voice. the lullaby was about a kitten falling from a tree and breaking it’s leg, but the notes were so sweet that she didn’t care. it was all very familiar to her….had she been here before?
the lullaby my mom used to sing me was james taylor — “winter spring summer or fall. all you have to do is call. and i’ll be there.” and i believed that. and i still kinda do.
A song to dream by, the warmth of a mother to her child, memories forged in the innocent years of life, times we love to remember
the rustling of our sheets at night, the soft sizle of your hair against my skin and the brushing sound of what little fabric we wear meeting each other beween our embrace that you couldnt fit a sheet of paper in between will surely sing me to sleep tonight.
His voice was like a lullaby… Drowning my anxieties with complacency. He stopped and I was jolted out of my stupor. I looked up to see his wide mouth expanding with his chest; he had wanted to inspire me.
I know that they are often songs that people, mothers or other relatives sing to a baby while trying to get it to go to sleep!! I find it strange how rock a bye baby is a famous one when the bow breaks and the cradle falls and down comes baby cradle and all!!
The soft rhythm of her voice lulls me to sleep. I don’t want it end.
“Mom?” I ask, she pauses her singing for one moment to respond
“yes?” her answer is melodic
“Thanks,” And my thanks means more than that
She sang softly in the ear of her baby boy. She never imagined that he would grow up to become one of the most notorious serial killers. Would’ve she sung that sweet lullaby if she had? Loved and nurtured that little baby boy? Would have she kissed his sweet face?
“Goodnight, my darling.” she whispered, pressing a kiss to her daughters forehead. Continuing the lullaby under her breath, she crept quietly from the room, closing the door softly.
“She’s asleep?”
The sound of her lovers voice summoning a smile to her lips. She nodded. “Finally, yes.”
Two arms, thin but firm with muscle, slid around her waist, effectively anchoring their bodies together. “Was it the dreams again?” she asked.
Though she leaned further into her hold, she hesitated to answer which was answer enough.
She sighed and moved as though to pull away. “It was, wasn’t it?”
“It’s not your fault, Gwen.” she said immediately.
on broadway, baby you are the greatest song in the world without end amen to all that jazz singer of a thousand songs without end of the story of the greatest thing I ever heard.
She sang sweetly into his ear. The day, coming to a close, had been a triumphant success for the two of them. Everything had gone according to plan, and the plan was excellent to begin with.
Just know you’re not alone, cause I’ll make this place your home.
A sweet lullaby is what she needs. At night, when sleep isn’t coming, at day, when tears keep her from smiling. But the singer seems far away, not ready to sing to her, to keep her in his arms, to love her and be with her forever. So she keeps being lonely in the night and in the day.
if you could hear it
I’d sing you a lullaby
we’ll meet again soon
Ha! It was a Haiku all along :D
I’d sing you a lullaby
If you could hear it
We’ll be together again
by and by
I’m approaching the gateway
soon to be through it
A lullaby! If only some one sang her one like her mother did. Lost in the a world so new to her, she did not know of a place where she had a shed to take a nap under. She miss her mother a lot more than she had ever thought she would once she lost her way.
Her voice always sounded so sweet when she sang our lullaby. I could almost pretend i didn’t know how tormented she really was. Almost convince myself that it was just a trick of the sunlight that her eyes were glossing over as she sang to me that last time…