If you were another piece of words

I would be worried, sad, bitter.

If you were another piece of words.

I would be desperate in the middle of loneliness.

Craziest paragraphs would be the centre of my anxiety.

If you were another piece of words.

I would build the perfect world in one line.

Give it to you in a paper.

I would find a thousand of ways of solving problems

Put each one next to your nice hair.

If you were another piece of words

I would not ask you to believe,

To take the risk of what you feel,

to embrace the best moments of your life.

I would be desperate finding the wrongs

I would be crazy counting the lies.

If you were another piece of words.

I would test now my new theory,

Write you six stories, three arrangements, two rhymes.

After the word line 76 you would begin to vanish.

At the 100th line for sure you would be gone.

If you were another piece of words,

You could open a new post,

Be the secret reason for someone to read

Find a new lover or maybe ten,

I wouldn't tell you how well they fuck,

I wouldn't lie they're just friends.

If you were another piece of words.

I would find some of them to understand what you are.

I would not say those words

That now I'm trying to find

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