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Tasha Gill Dec 2012
Sleep, sweet child
and dream of tomorrow
dream of the future
think not of sorrow
picture the joy
you'll feel everyday
when you do what you love
and let come what may

Sleep, sweet child
slumber so sound
let troubles nor worries
weigh yourself down
but soothe yourself
calm all your dread
dream of tomorrow
of happiness, success
dream of your future
relax and rest

Sleep, sweet child
just close your eyes
and no one will fool you
with a clever disguise
go to lands that
you may never see
travel in dreams
be wild and free
Tasha Gill Dec 2012
The disease bit at her soul
tore logic from actions
wouldn't fade away

The disease pushed her further
than she'd ever gone before
and yet, dragged her down

The disease stole her strength
built her up, ripped her down
took away all that she'd made

The disease loved her though
and she couldn't just leave
not without saying goodbye

The disease reeled her in
during those final breaths
before walking away

The disease is chronic
untreatable, incurable
and with him forever she'll stay.
Tasha Gill Dec 2012
Puzzle pieces that don't quite fit
We're two cogs that never meshed
How we turned, twisted, writhed
To fit in the molds we've left behind
We're older now, and yet wiser not
Our excuses are inexcusable
And our tongues too sharp
The sarcasm and vitriolic words
Burned acidic through every
Relationship that could have bloomed
And yet at the end of the day
We'd turn to each other and wonder
What was so wrong with the world
To turn our wondrous selves away

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