Note: This post has been co-written by P13 and Lady Jughead.
If only my tears would dry a bit quicker
My heart would surely cease to feel sicker
The fear, the anguish, the pain and sighs
Would wither away, perish, extinguish and die.
If only it was easier done than said
I’d force my heart to bow down to my head
Then my will would yet again be free
Slipping out of her grasp, it’ll come back to me.
If only I wasn’t left burnt and bitter
Things to me would’ve been a lot clearer
I long to put my faith in change
But I’m buried too deep in a feeling so strange.
If only I didn’t have to tread with caution
Or try to be wary of showing emotion
Maybe I could reopen the door to risk
And surrender to yet another precious kiss.
If only my will was intact and not broken
I’d seek new promises filled with conviction
I don’t crave for a short-lived rebound
Or a cosy experiment, lest I fool around.
If only we measured love by fullness and not reception
To every lover, this is the hardest perception
My wounded heart might learn to beat for another
And a path to harmony would be discovered together.