If You Don'T, I Do Poem by Alex Harris
If You Don'T, I Do
Your friends are your voice
Your father is your hands.
It wasn't always this
Winter became autumn
'But I changed my leaves.'
Your heart is a river
Your phone is your sleeve.
You loved me in pages
In a book with no cover
'But I ran out of ink.'
Your words were a promise
Your man was tomorrow
This time it wasn't me
I know I said I'd miss you
'But I changed my mind.'
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