If I were poetry

If I were poetry...
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I'd be written...
Upon the lines...
Of your hand...
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So you could feel..
Just where I'm coming from...
And without question...
You'd understand...
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My content...
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Knowing what i meant...
Before each word...
Even formed a sentence...
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If I were poetry
I'd be a sonnet...
Seeking solace...
Through literal repentance...
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I'd apologize...
If I were poetry...
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Poetically speaking...
Within a verse...
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I'd .write. my wrongs...
To the rhythm of your song...
Combating my hate...
And harbored hurt...
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And for what it's worth...
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If I were poetry...
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I'd let you read me...
Line for line...
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No metaphorical bloating...
Or metaphysical gloating...
You could probe my thoughts...
And quote my mind...
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Lines don't just rhyme...
They have deeper meaning...
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If I were poetry...
Pens would be bleeding...
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My pain...
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Happiness...
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And contentment...
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If I were poetry...
I'd show my commitment...
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To being your friend...
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Never letting you write alone...
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If I were poetry...
I'd give your ink a home...
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But I'm just me...
Poetry is what i recite...
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But If I were poetry...
I'd give my life...
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To your trees...