Your voice could be my lullaby

Your voice could be my lullaby,
though I’ve heard it only once sing.
Your hair could be the soft, warm sheets
I hide under to shed cold tears.
Your eyes could be my doxepine
when I’m starting to ache for dreams,
and your scent would be the prozac
keeping me there, still and asleep.

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