What if I was
Like poetry
like the stream
on a spring morning
underneath the humming birds
that sit underneath the velvet sky

If only I could
diminish some of my regrets
and be re-freshed all over

If only I could
take back the words
I never even said at all

If only I could
avoid saying things I should not
just before the heart was shot

If only I could
have it said so perfectly
just like poetry

If only words could
express themselves so smooth
without exposing too much of the truth

If only I could
sit at silence
with the right sentences
like poetry in a book
if only you all could just take a look