If I were to write it would be about the women next door,
Or the child who sits alone in the school corridor.
If I were to write it would be about my dear friend
Whose secrets I know, whose heart knows no end.
If I were to write it would be about my mother
Her soft words of optimism, oh how I love her.
If I were to write it would be about my baby son.
As he grows, he will grow to learn the man he'll become.
I would write of my sister
Her brave face, her calm grace. In the dark she shines lighter.
I would write of my husband
The way we love and fight like a boat in a storm.
I wish he could keep me in his arms.
If I were to write I would write about heartbreak,
Because I know it too well and the sound that it makes.
If I were to write I would write about hope,
Because the boy left with nothing has to find ways to cope.
If I were to write It would be about goodbyes,
The walls people build, but you can see it in their eyes.
If I were to write, I'd try to write about what out loud I can't say.
Even though I fear I won't put it into words properly.
I know life evolves but I stay still anyway,
And I'm scared that my mind is eroding away.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
If I were to write it would be about the women next door,
Or the child who sits alone in the school corridor.
If I were to write it would be about my dear friend
Whose secrets I know, whose heart knows no end.
If I were to write it would be about my mother
Her soft words of optimism, oh how I love her.
If I were to write it would be about my baby son.
As he grows, he will grow to learn the man he'll become.
I would write of my sister
Her brave face, her calm grace. In the dark she shines lighter.
I would write of my husband
The way we love and fight like a boat in a storm.
I wish he could keep me in his arms.
If I were to write I would write about heartbreak,
Because I know it too well and the sound that it makes.
If I were to write I would write about hope,
Because the boy left with nothing has to find ways to cope.
If I were to write It would be about goodbyes,
The walls people build, but you can see it in their eyes.
If I were to write, I'd try to write about what out loud I can't say.
Even though I fear I won't put it into words properly.
I know life evolves but I stay still anyway,
And I'm scared that my mind is eroding away.