If I were a pencil
I would rewrite pages in the journals
that line my bedroom wall.
If I were a painting
I would hang tilted on an angle
just a bit off to the side.
If I were a flower
I would throw my scent out in to the night
for insomniacs to smell.
If I were a tree
I would bend my branches through your window
and kiss you while you sleep.
I would rewrite pages in the journals
that line my bedroom wall.
If I were a painting
I would hang tilted on an angle
just a bit off to the side.
If I were a flower
I would throw my scent out in to the night
for insomniacs to smell.
If I were a tree
I would bend my branches through your window
and kiss you while you sleep.
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