Jul 2016
Your broken guitars,
My finished sketchbooks--
That's how we are right now.
No more songs meant for me,
No more completed portraits of you;
We're blank and make no sound.
What if, back then, I had stayed?
What if, back then, I had fought?
Would I have loved you til the end?
What if, back then, you had found me?
What if, back then, you felt the same?
Would you have held on to my hand?
My finished sketchbooks--
That's how we are right now.
No more songs meant for me,
No more completed portraits of you;
We're blank and make no sound.
What if, back then, I had stayed?
What if, back then, I had fought?
Would I have loved you til the end?
What if, back then, you had found me?
What if, back then, you felt the same?
Would you have held on to my hand?
This is written from a viewpoint in the future: the time when you stopped loving him because you gave up. All because of the phrase, "What If". Because you have said "what if we are not meant to be?" in the past, now in the present and in the future, you ask yourself "what if we were meant to be?"
Written for Koreen. Please don't give up on loving him. No matter what.
Written for Koreen. Please don't give up on loving him. No matter what.
