Sunday, November 28, 2010

i would be....

If I were a gemstone, I’d be a diamond.

If I were a scent, I’d be the smell of flowers, any kind .

If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be high-fashion heels.

If I were the weather, I would be a shower of sunshine.

If I were a facial expression, I'd be a sheepish grin.

If I were a car, I'd be....a pink one.

If I were a time of day, I’d be the early morning light.

If were a month, I’d be December.

If I were a place, I'd be the Eiffel tower, looking over it's city.

If I were a liquid, I’d be water flowing from a water fall.

If I were a taste, I’d be an iced mocha.

If I were a sea animal, I’d be a star fish.

If I were a food, I’d be chocolate.

If I were a color, I'd be a faded pink.

If I were a musical instrument, I would be the strings of a guitar.

If I were a flower, I’d be a daisy.

If I were a song, I’d be the song that sounds so beautiful, it would make you want to cry.

If I were a planet, I’d be earth.

If I were an object, I would be an old vintage book.

If I were a fruit, I'd be a raspberry.

If I were a sound, I’d be the sound of the ocean crashing on a beach.

If I were a day of the week, I’d be Sunday.

But, since I'm not any of these things, I suppose, I shall have to settle with being me, and that's just fine. But, I have to wonder, what would you be?


Aubrey said...

oh, I like that!! I think I'd be high fashion flats, though, because heels hurt!!
Love you!

Liz said...

i'd be a tree. tall, green, still, but happy. with no voice. no song. and for some, nothing to share. but for others, I'd stand there and sing. I'd sing my song that only some can here. only some can answer. only some understand. I'd wait for those people who wouldn't dislike me or say my ideas are rong. I'd stand for those people and for others as well. for all, I'd still be there, but some wouldn't know. I'd be just another peice of what they've always known. I'd be part of the earth, still what God made me... but I couldn't be a tree. for without a soul, there'd be no one to save me. or rather nothing to save. and without ears I couldnt here of the good new of christmas, and the folowing horor and gladness of Easter. I wouldn't know of a saveing grace, and i'd never see my saviors face. I'd live and I'd serve the perpus he gave me, but I'd die not knowing that he made me. and for that reson I'll stay myself and hope not to be a tree or anything else.

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