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If i were a pencil

Contributed by zedwards on Sunday, 17th January 2010 @ 01:22:29 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

If I were a pencil Id be easy to break
A yellow Twinkie of wood and lead
An eraser top that was pinkish red
To use and abuse I am yours to take

If I were a pencil Id be jealous of a pen
Who dips into an abundance of ink
To be refilled like water from a sink
For Im like a bottle of wine easily gone when open

If I were a pencil Id be mightier than the sword
Sharp with wisdom and wit
And into your hand I would fit
Creating words to destroy every armys hoard

If I were a pencil Id write letters to you
Soaked in love and ripe with sorrow
Tenderly waiting for you in every tomorrow
Describing you with words written in the truest true

If I were a pencil I would learn to draw
Fountains and feathers floating
Beneath the trees of summers coating
And full as the colors in seasons fall

If I were a pencil I would erase
All that was ugly and false
And leave all the beauty like moss
To canvas our landscape with flowers and taste

If I were a pencil Id be gone to soon
Sharpened and whittled away to nothing but trash
Writing to my death with every scribble and scratch
Turned to ashes in the morning of a setting moon

If I were a pencil I would not breathe
I would be alive in words
My only voice to be heard
Long remembered after I take my leave

Copyright © zedwards ... [ 2010-01-17 01:22:29]
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