"Where is your ring?" I asked upon seeing his finger. It's not there.

"I pawned it," he said. "You know the reason."

I can't say a thing. I just looked at my finger where the ring with the same design is there.

"Actually, I need to borrow yours," he said.

I feel the tightness inside my chest. It's so hard to breathe.

I looked at his eyes while wanting to ask why, but no word came out of my mouth. I can do nothing. The ring came from his family. Now he wants me to look at it as something he still owns.

While trying to control my tears, I took the ring from my finger and gave it to him.

"Thank you," he said while smiling.

I turned my back so he won't see my tears falling...

Hush little baby,
don't say a word
cause mama is crying
and there's no mocking bird

and we know the mockingbird won't return,
so mama's gonna say go back to sleep, her tone stern.

Wait, where is that shiny ring mama likes?
Mama says she told it to take a hike.

She stepped on the shiny, jagged objects at last,
but mama says it's just the broken looking glass.

Didn't papa say he'll buy you a billy goat?
But mama says ¨not another word out of your throat.¨

How about that bull and cart you were promised?
Mama said papa was never honest.

When will we buy a dog named Rover?
Mama looked at you and said it was all over.

You dreamed of the day you'd have a horse and cart,
so you could leave and mama won't see you depart.

Now your life is lived with a grain of salt,
and mama never said it wasn't your fault.

Hush little baby,
don't say a word
mama loves you very much
but papa won't return.

There's a ringing, ringing in my ears,
You can't hear it, the people don't hear it.
I draw rings, the ringing in my ears.
Dark circles appear under my eyes;
I am so tired from doing nothing.
The lights flash and we don't blink,
Forces clash and we don't blink.
I can't hear what you're not saying,
What you're not praying, proclaiming,
For there's a ringing within my ears.
It drowns out the stars,
It drowns out all fright for
I am so tired from doing nothing.
Peace and retreat drive me mad;
Retreat is not peace, it is pieces.
There's a ringing, ringing in my ears,
You can't hear it, the people don't hear it...

I didn't take you back
just to be treated
the same
*******
way
AGAIN

I don't want to be second
I don't want to be taken for granted
I want you to put my love on top

You are everything to me
Why can't I be everything to you?

The goldish ring color is fading,
The polaroids are old and dusty,
My heart is cold even though it's pacing.
Tell me darling, in my sleep,
*Is our love gone with the ring?

Wrap your ring of
words round;
Cushion the fall.
It shouldn't make much difference,
as your words mean
Nothing at all.