10 January 2013
If I were a painter, I'd paint you and me. On a wispy, pure, snow-white cloud, Away from reality.
If I were a singer, I'd sing you a song. The fast beat never ending, Notes blending, soft and long.
If I were a writer I'd pour my emotions into a poem, Compare you to a summers day, The world would know my love for him.
But I'm no one in particular, So what do I do? Bottle it up, learn to live with the lust, I can never be with you.
If I Were Someone... • Opuss № I