Is it a poem ?

Today,

A friend asked me, "Would you write a poem on me?"

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And I wondered what it feels

To be written as a poem.

I wondered, what it feels

To no longer be a mortal

To know you'll live forever

In words of a poet who once,

Or forever, cared for you.

I wondered if I was written a poem

For me, about me,

Would they write about how

I liked my presentation in a shade of blue

Or about how I write my notes

With an ink that matched my chocolate wrapper.

Would they write about how

I broke my resolution within a day

And made resolutions about keeping resolutions

Or about how I never broke my promises

Or about how I broke down after realising

That a relationship I admired was

Only painted in pinks and yellows

But was just another form of abuse.

Would they write about how

Sometimes I rant about you,

Sometimes I rant about society

Or sometimes just stay so silent

That they wonder if I lost my voice.

Would they write about the poems I wrote

Or the stories I shared,

Would they write about

The kisses I counted,

Or the number of crushes I had.

Would they write about

My favorite colors, books and movies

Or would they just write a cheesy poem

Similar to the ones I saved,

Right here in my heart

Or would they just write my name

And call it a poem.