If I Wrote a Poem

If I wrote a poem for every heart I touched,
There's no way the poem would past the second line.
But that's merely the bitch in me talking,
For in reality, I've probably saved many a soul.
And in that line, lies an arrogant asshole,
But somewhere in between I could find
The real me, the true me, the me I need to be
For me to finally see everything I ever wanted to see.

If I wrote a poem for every fight I won,
Then the poem would be of decent length
But if I wrote a poem for every fight that mattered,
The poem would be of a similar length.
If I wrote a poem for every fight I won
With the fight being that of one that mattered,
Then there's a guarantee
That the poem would not exist.

If I wrote a poem for the pain,
Then the poem would last for years.
Floods would start via the rain
From the overflow of tears.
That sick feeling in my stomach
Would have to get a line
As I describe in detail
The emotion of every time.

If I wrote a poem for the love,
Then the poem would last for years.
Water would drop from above
From the overflow of tears.

That sick feeling in my stomach
Would have to get a line
As I describe in detail
The emotion of every time.