If I were a poem
I did be a home,
Where we could reside together,
And loneliness was
not to be seen again.
Because each day
we would grow better,
weren't to blame.
I would be a ray of hope,
And enlighten you like a flame,
We would control anger and pain,
For inner rage is possible to tame.
Alas! It's just a poem,
And I can't catch you If you drown,
If you are in tears,
I can no longer be your clown.
For we are separated in such ways,
That my heart feels
grounded in a foreign place,
And the thought of you is something,
That I am still trying to efface.