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if I could, if I would
by The Folio
Anouk Freudenberg my face isn’t a face it’s a place for your eyes a safe place to rest when you’re weary and tired and my smile’s not a smile and my words aren’t words and I’m not a person and I’m not a bird
I’m worthless, I’m vile I’m a lie made of glass I’m a willing accomplice if you’d ever ask I’m a fresh slab of clay for each person to mold to whatever they see I’m a hand you can hold when you’re broken and battered on the side of the road
I’ll be your best friend and I’ll be your ride home and I’ll sit by your deathbed and watch you and cry as you climb and you crumble and reach for the sky
I’ll catch you I’ll lift you I’ll stand on the side and I’ll never resent you I’ll forever abide
I’ll wait on the wayside rejoice your return wave bye when you leave and I’ll never learn I’ll never complain or tell you that you’re wrong and I’ll spin you a story and write you a song and if you wanted, I’d kiss you and if you didn’t, I’d cry but you’d never see it and you’d never try and I won’t ever hurt you I’m your secret to tell I’m a star in the sky and a coin in the well and I’m not a person I’m only a smile who will leave if you ask me or sit for a while to hop on a train and to never look back if I could, if I would but I never attack my weapons aren’t drawn my bird never flies my face isn’t a face and my eyes aren’t eyes.
The Hills
Asha Ganesan Acrylic