My Everything

My Everything If I could sing, you’d be my melody. Oh, how my melody would be so sweet. If I were to rap, you’d be my rhyme. Oh, how my rhyme would be based on facts. If I could dance, you’d be my rhythm. Oh, how my rhythm would be like rain and prance. If I ran track, you’d be my running shoes. and how my running shoes would make me fast. If I played baseball, you’d be my bat. Oh, how my bat would hit homeruns; go long. If I played football, you’d be my giant. and oh, how my giant would win it all. If I wrote a novel, you’d be my title. Oh, how my title alone would make people take notes. If I made the New York Times, you’d be my text so precise. And how my text so precise would be oh, so nice. If I were paparazzi, you’d be my one and only. and oh, how my one and only would have that special key. If this and if that Most if’s I have done. But some are yet to come… Now you are a part of me, And two became one, you see? By: Aleasha A. Martin