What if we could mend our own hearts
And closure was nothing but a *******
What if royalty was a personality trait
And we were born with our actual crowns
What if we had solid ground for our feet
And we had wings for hands
What if we could visit the ones we've lost
And grace was felt only by those left behind
What if we could cut small talk at bus stops
And our children inherited only our intentions.
What if we could build our own borders
And raise our own daughters
What if we could own our own thoughts
And dreaming was a form of time travel.
What if parties were meant for the broken
And being young was for the brave.
What if love meant honesty without ultimatums
And **** it..what if you called me back!