I Could
I could fill a notebok with all the things I love
I could write until I ran out of ink
I could talk until I lost my voice
I could
and I would
but I won't
because I'm only allowed one
One of my favorite thing for the rest of forever
on an island
all alone and by myself
I would pick my memories of you
Like the one of you playing witt my hair
after yet another panic attack
or the one of us by the lake
eating chicken nuggests and teasing the ducks
I would pick you as my prize
because you're al I ever wanted
This poem is about:
Me