If I Was Your Poem

IF I WAS YOUR POEM If I was your poem, my soul left wide open by your words Would I be blessed by pen or be wounded by your swords Would you lift me up or take your chance to cut me down Sail me across an ocean or let me capsize and then drown My life would be in your hands as written within these lines Would I recognize all the innuendos, would I see the signs See all the characteristics, I would otherwise be blinded to Would I have a better understanding of myself and all I do Or better still, would I have a better understanding of you Of a character assassination and the picture that you drew Indiana Shaw . . . -_-