If I were a song, would you sing it?
Enunciate every syllable with endless yearning
For my skin
Knowing when the last note hits
You will end
If I were a song, would you write it?
Painstakingly pore over every detail
Ensuring it holds true to my essence
Transforming emotions into words
To forge a path to me
If I were a song, what tune would be enough?
Would you shriek and scream in ecstasy
Or whisper in soundless utterings
All the secrets you wish I knew
Hidden further than you could ever reach
If I were a song, would you sing it?
Because I miss the tune that moves me
And it haunts me every waking hour
Like invisible echoes resonating on deaf ears
Lingering on the tip of your pen
