#lullaby

The lullaby is the spell whereby the mother attempts to transform herself back from an ogre to a saint. ↗

— James Fenton

#back #herself #lullaby #mother #ogre

My music is so often like a lullaby I write to myself to make sense of things I can't tie together, or things I've lost, or things I'll never have. ↗

— Stephan Jenkins

#i write #like #lost #lullaby #make

One naughty little woodpecker Another day pecking your holes Ruining the the forest, tree wrecker The angry wood god turned your little beak into a poison knife Poor little wood pecker, your nesting holes are all tainted Your foods with toxins rife Touch your friends, and they all will die falling to your feet Oh, sad little woodpecker Poisonous tears, shining brightly as they stream down your cheeks ↗

— Shiro

#shiro-s-lullaby #food

That's what this has been all about for you, correct? Make it clear. That you and me--it was nothing more that you'll have with Spinnerbait boy, or the guy after that, or the guy after that. Right?" "Yeah, I said, shrugging. "You're right." He just stood there, looking at me, as if I had actually changed before his eyes. But this was the girl I'd been all along. I'd just hidden her well.

— Sarah Dessen

#lullaby #sarah #this #change

I sang my princess fast asleep, 'Cause she was my dream come true, Oh Annmarie, believe me, I loved you. But now those lonely lullabies, Just dampen my tired eyes, Because I can't forget you. Because I can't forget you. ↗

— Owl City

#owl-city #dreams

Sleep now a little while Till within our dreams we wake Unfolding our Forever If only for Never’s sake And take me to your ever after Let’s hide behind our eyes Together pour through that door Where autumn never dies And I’ll sift my sands to your side Before we slip away Before we’re little more than silt Beneath the rocking waves And side by side we’ll fight the tide That sweeps in to take us down And hand in hand we’ll both withstand Even as we drown. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#isobel #lullaby #dreams

Sleep, baby, sleep Your father tends the sheep Your mother shakes the dreamland tree And from it fall sweet dreams of thee Sleep, baby, sleep. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#dreams

Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#love #lullaby #song #love

I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't. People weren't meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#love

He heard a soft voice calling him and turned towards it, trying to focus the vision before him. It wasn't his mother. If he weren't so tired, he would have smiled. He hadn't expected to find an angel in Hell. The angel, her image blurred, a whiteness surrounding her, would understand. The angel would know. "Why couldn't she love me?" he asked. The angel's answer was garbled. He strained to understand the words, not all his senses failed him as he slipped back into the abyss on the edge of Hell. And the angel knelt down beside the bed and wept. ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#lorriane-heath #rebecca #sweet-lullaby #love