Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum.

- Graycie Harmon

Friday, May 28, 2010

If Only

Do you ever think of me?
Have you ever wondered what could be?
If only you could truly see me.
Only. Only. If only.

Have you ever known the pain of life alone?
The soulless aching drone
Of being alone, so very alone.
Only. Only. If only.

A life where love is a dream,
An impossibility, it would seem.
Love a dream, only ever a dream.
Only. Only. If only.

I know you've given me your answer.
Silence, the lover's cancer.
Silence, ever a cruel answer.
Only. Only. If only.

I have always been invisible to you.
Even though you knew. You knew
What it is I feel for you.
Only. Only. If only.

The thousands of tears I've cried,
Trying to say goodbye; I've tried,
And tried, and tried, and cried.
Only. Only. If only.

And even thought it can never be,
I still dream of you and me; a 'we.'
Though it can never, will never be.
Only. Gods, if only.

Edit to add: Yes, I was having an emo moment, alright. I needed to get this out. Don't judge me.