Dear Best Friend
Dear Best Friend,
My hand may not draw
Like your hand draws
It may not follow a perfect circle
It may not scribble straight
It may not color in the lines
I realize it’s not meant to be
So I leave it be
Why?
Why should I deny
Myself something so beautiful I
I can not describe it
So why
Why do you make me feel this way
Why do you reflect all that hatred you harbor away
Why does the world work this way
My voice may not sing like yours
It may not be able to hit each and every chord
But I can still sing
It may not do all those fancy tricks
It may not be able to crack unintentionally
It may just want to stay simple
But what’s wrong with simple?
My arms
They may not hold as much strength as yours
And my legs
They may not run and hit the ground
Leaving everyone behind
And my back
It may not be able
To contort in the air
But I still do have flare
Why?
Why should I deny
Myself something so beautiful I
I can not describe it
So why
Why do you make me feel this way
Why do you reflect all that hatred you harbor away
Why does the world work this way
But my words
My words are all I have
They cut through bone and flesh
They’re sharper than a knife
They can heal your hope
And carry you till morning’s light
Because my words
They may not be spoken like yours
They may be from different minds
But these words they are mine
Why should I deny
Myself something so beautiful I
I can not describe it
Why
Why would I let you make me feel this way
I can’t change the way the world works
But I can change the way it hurts
With my hands
And my heart
And my arms
And my legs and my back
And my voice and my words
Why
Why should I deny
Myself something so beautiful I
I could not describe it
Why
Why would I let you make me feel this way
When I can’t change the way the world works
But I’ll change the way the world hurts
You can take my spirit
You can take my soul
I know my heart would follow you but I won’t let you take my words too.
My hands may not draw
Like your hands can draw
But I don’t need that
Anymore