If I was your school you could be my college,
If I was your eyes you could be my pupil,
I could help you see.
If I was your pencil, you could be my pen
we could see the world from a different angle,
Us sharing our point of view.
If I was a tree, you are the branches,
we could grow as one in harmony.
If I was a radio, you are my melody,
our favorite song playing on repeat.
If I was treasure, you are my gold,
precious value of life.
What If?
If is a perfect question
without 'If'
there can't be no but or maybe.
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Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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