I will not sing your lullabies tonight,
not for my angels who are deep in slumber.
I will not kiss your lips tonight,
not to the man who held my heart.
But I will write you my poem,
to you who takes my breath away.
And I will sing you my song,
so you'll remember me.
There will be sonnets and phrases for
for me to write,lyrics and rhythm for me to hum.
There will be sunsets and moonbeams to watch,
dreams and tomorrows to catch.
So be careful with your heart,
cause I might just break it apart.