If I Were
By Srika Jindal
If I were your favorite coffee,
Would you drink me every day and night,
Would you get so addicted that everything will be alright?
If I were your favorite flower,
Would you pluck me and put me in your hair,
Would you plant me again,
Just to see me grow.
If I were your shooting star,
Would you wish upon me before I disappeared,
But when you do make the wish,
I hope you wish for me to reappear.
If I were a notebook,
Would you be the one to write in my pages,
Would you be the poet, darling,
The one who inks down history.