I wish I had the words of a poet
The visions of a dreamer
And steadiness of a painter.
I wish I had the balance of a dancer
The rhthym of a singer
And the taste of a chef.
I wish I had the courage of a soldier
The heart of a poor man
And the brain of a philosopher
I wish I had the body of a model
The imagination of an inventor
And the carelessness of a child.
I wish I had the qualities
of anyone else.
But wait.
Who's gonna wish to be me
If I am a child
green with envy?
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My Complexion
PoetryEmotions don't come in just black and white, or in all the grays in between. Emotions are every color you've ever seen, and even the ones you can't. Sometimes they're the colors you can't imagine, and the color is simply the feeling. Like that color...
