If I could do only one thing
I would write.
The way the writers write.
With a pen that forgives.
I’d write something to make you shine.
With a mind to take it upon myself.
You’d shine alright
Like gold filling up your mother’s eyes.
But nobody wants to read that stuff.
They want you to just say what there is to say.
But everybody wants to want to read that stuff.
Yes I’d write something to make you shine.
Even if you didn’t know what it meant.
I’d pour myself out.
Even if I didn’t know.
I’d write it anyway.
Because you’re beautiful.
And life is ravenous.
Because it’s inside me.
And I didn’t choose it.
Because you need to hear it.
And I need to be the one to say it.
If I could do only one thing
I would write.
And you might shine.
Because you’re beautiful.
And I think I might be too.
