If I could change anything about
my body,
I wouldn’t change my appearance,
I would change my stomach into the butterflies that occupy it, to allow for all the words I’ve never spoken to come out into the open.
I might change my heart into someone elses, so I could feel what I cannot; let the emotions overcome me so that maybe my feelings will surprise me again.
I would change my memory, so that I might remember things that comfort me. Instead of wondering what happened to me.
I could change my mind, healing my disorders, making my mind finally healthy, create a sense of simplicity
I might change my hands into conductors, allowing them to make music, and art, creating things of beauty, and works that are ugly
I would change my dreams into reality,
If I could change anything about my body, I would try to make a better me.
I wouldn’t change my appearance,
I would change my stomach into the butterflies that occupy it, to allow for all the words I’ve never spoken to come out into the open.
I might change my heart into someone elses, so I could feel what I cannot; let the emotions overcome me so that maybe my feelings will surprise me again.
I would change my memory, so that I might remember things that comfort me. Instead of wondering what happened to me.
I could change my mind, healing my disorders, making my mind finally healthy, create a sense of simplicity
I might change my hands into conductors, allowing them to make music, and art, creating things of beauty, and works that are ugly
I would change my dreams into reality,
If I could change anything about my body, I would try to make a better me.
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