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If only...

I could write 

a million words

all over these pages,

just for you.

I could fill

every line

and the ones

in between.

I could build

a brand new world

where you could see

everything I do.

A place where you 

could be the real you. 

A place like fantasy

where the stars 

can be held in pockets

collected like children

collect rocks.

You'd always have

a hand to hold.

You'd always know that

you're free

and you're loved.

Author's Note

Might change the format. Let me know with the feedback if the format conveys what I'm saying or just skews the poem. Thanks!

Reviews

[DeadShot]

I'm sorry that I never saw these before...

[Emily B]

I like it. Feels like being carried/supported with the underlines

[Paul Czerwonka]

As someone still learning, why have you put a line through the 8th line? What does that imply or what is it supposed to make me think/feel?

[t.m.]

The underlines are like notebook lines, the line through is in between.