Maybe in a different world, I'm a tree, Big, Not only physically, I am very important to nature and its inhabitants, I clean the air for those around me.
Maybe in a different world, I am a boy, Wild, Eager, Loves to embrace my ego, Races to see how many girls' days i can brighten up, I'll try my hardest to understand her perspective, She'll be my queen.
Maybe in a different world, I am a diamond, One who can be mistaken for a shiny rock, My value under priced, My potential overlooked.
Maybe in a different world, I am the ocean, With many rivers working together to reach a common goal, To flow in tranquility until they reach me, When they feel like giving up, I look up to the skies and pray, The rain make them full again.
some poems aren't meant for the world. so you keep them in the empty space between the stars, and hope one day in the strangest night, someone will come along and wonders about all the stories that light forgot to tell.