If I were a poet, words would mean something
other than a stitch on the white paper
If I were a poet, I would
write in color and think in white
If I were a poet, I would
kneel at the hum-drum of rhyme
If I were a poet , I would be able
to better describe your eyes, to better paint your features
If I were a poet, I would make sure
nothing passes unnoticed by glancing
If I were a poet I would make use of candle light
but I am not a poet and you are not my midnight song
I am just someone who has befriended words
and waited for the sunlight to arrive, for too long
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