Perhaps if I could sing,
I'd wield the words in the perfect tune
to make your skin crawl off.
I could mold poetry and pitch
and send shivers down your spine.
I could whisper smile worthy sonnets softly in your ear,
and sing you safely to sleep.
I could put rhythm in your dreams,
I could echo in your mind, saying pretty things.
I could sew myself into a song,
And play endlessly until you sang along.
I could get stuck in your head,
And get laced in your breath.
I could be the soundtrack to your smiles;
If only I could sing.
If only I were a song.
