This poem is a little cheesy–I admit. But it's basically about a period of time when you feel like everyone is going behind your back, or when someone you love is dying. That shattered feeling inside of you is hard to explain. But that's what this is about.
If my heart was a staircase
It would descend and then ascend again
It would twist and turn
Be hard to reach
Be invisible
And warm like a beach
If my heart was a door
It would have a lock
So thick and complex
You could not get by
Guards would stand in front of it
Warding you away
Telling you not to stay
If my heart was a book
It would be cryptic and long
As complicated as a maze
As melodious as a song
If my heart was anything but what it is now
I would not fall so easily
I would not be fooled
I would not trust the way I do
I would be safe
But maybe I would be different
Maybe I could find my place
If my heart had wings
It would fly far away
Never stay in one place
For more than a day
If my heart had a mind
It wouldn’t stick to the plan
It wouldn’t have boundaries
Or rest in the palm of your hand
If my heart had any sense at all
It wouldn’t be hurt
It wouldn’t break like glass
When it falls
If my heart was anything but what it is now
I wouldn’t be so confused
I would understand how
To be who I am
To live my own life
Not afraid of failure
Not afraid to try
If only my heart
Could be broken in two
I could pick it back up
And make it brand new
If only my heart
Wasn’t so frail
It was strong and brave
And embraced the times to fail
If only my heart
Wasn’t my own
Maybe then I could find the place
I’ll finally call home
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