Poem: I'll Be the Me I Used to Be


I'd love to be the rhyme on your name,

And the eyes to your beauty,

And the step just behind your door,

And an album for your early morning raspy voices.

I'd love to be part of

The way you define you, but

I'm wordless blind crippled and deaf.

So, you are you and will still be.

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