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“I drew him in my world;
I write him in my lines,
I want to be his girl,
he was never meant as mine.

I drew him in my world;
He is always on my mind;
I draw his every line.
It hurts when he's unkind.

I drew him in my world;
I draw him all the time,
but I don't know where to draw the line.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“Regrets

Timing is irrelevant when two people are meant for each other. It's what I once believed.

But we met during a time when I was such a mess, when I still had so much to figure out. How could I have known how crucial every word, every action was or how losing you would be something I would always regret?

If only you could have met me now, how different it would be. How much I have changed. How I have grown. I learned so much from all the mistakes I made with you. I just wish I had made them with someone else.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“Which is why I am not here to tell you tomorrow will be a new day. That the sun will go on shining. Or there are plenty of fish in the sea. What I will tell you is this; it’s okay to be hurting as much as you are. What you are feeling is not only completely valid but necessary—because it makes you so much more human. And though I can’t promise it will get better any time soon, I can tell you that it will—eventually. For now, all you can do is take your time. Take all the time you need.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“The End
"I don't know what to say," he said.
"It's okay," she replied, "I know what we are - and I know what we're not.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“Sweet Crescent Moon, up in the sky,
Won't you sing your song to Earth as she passes by?
Your sweetest silver melody, a rhythm and a ryme,
A lullaby of pleasant dreams as you make your climb.
Send the forests off to bed, the mountains tuck in tight,
Rock the ocean gently, and the deserts kiss goodnight.
Sweet Crescent Moon, up in the sky,
You sing your song so sweetly after sunshine passes by.”
― Marissa Meyer, Stars Above

“Good night, chubby baby
I can't rock you no more
I'm sorry, chubby baby
But my arms are getting sore
Sleep tight, chubby baby
And please don't get me wrong
You're a perfect sized baby
So never accept fakey beauty standards or develop unhealthy body issues...
... from this dumb song”
― Brian K. Vaughan, Saga, Volume 8

“Loving You

I saw him the other day. His arms around another girl, his eyes when met with mine - were low in their recognition.

I wonder if he remembers what I once told him.

I will love you forever.

He had smiled at me sadly before giving his reply.

But I am so afraid you may one day stop.

Now all these years later, I am the one who is afraid. Because I love him, I still do. I haven't stopped, I don't think I can. I don't think I ever will.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“Thoughts of You

There were times when I was with him and it was too much. Does that make sense? When someone stirs a world of emotion in you and it's so intense you can barely stand to be with him.

During those moments, I wanted so desperately to leave - to go home, walk into my bedroom, and shut the door behind me. Crawl into bed and lay there in the dark, tracing the outline of my lips with my fingers - replaying everything he said, everything we did. I wanted to be left alone - with nothing other than my thought of him.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“Losing You
I used to think I couldn't go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“The wheels hummed lullabies on the liquorice road ...”
― Glenda Millard, A Small Free Kiss in the Dark

“Her eyes, a closed book,
her heart, a locked door;
she writes melancholy
like she's lived it before.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“But as I sit and wait and fear
and watch the hours go�
Everything that happened here
happened long ago.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“There are many words you never said,
that others dreamed you someday would;
each of us for all our days�
will live our lives misunderstood.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“Yours was the melody
she wanted to learn;
it clung to her lips,
in silence it yearned.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“The music of cri-cri and cigales droned on in a hypnotic rhythm, punctuated by the occasional croon of the nightingale. I thought of lullabies and how as a child they would placate my disappointment that another day had ended. I was used to sleeping in strange places, and would always focus on sound to relax. In the pawnshop, it was the ticking of grandfather clocks or the tuning of antique instruments. In the thievesâ€� den, it was striking of a match, the bubbling of a water pipe and the gentle murmur floating in off the streets. On the Wastrel, it was the wind or the creaking wood. It was important to me to find lullabies where I could. If death came with a lullaby, perhaps fewer men would fear it.”
― Meg Merriet, Sky Song Overture

“Three summers passed
of sun-drenched dreams,
of snow white clouds
and you and me.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“Her voice was soft and soothing, like some distant lullaby you couldn't place.”
― Jennifer West, The Legend of Acacia Vitak

“I barely know you, she says, voice heavy with sleep. I don't know your favorite color or how you like your coffee. What keeps you up at night or the lullabies that sing you to sleep. I don't know a thing about the first girl you loved, why you stopped loving her or why you still do.

I don't know how many millions of cells you are made of and if they have any idea they are a part of something so beautiful and unimaginably perfect.

I may not have a clue about any of these things but this--she places her hand on his chest--this I know.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)