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What if, we go out together
Watch movies that take forever
Eat popcorn on a early hour
Sit dearly on the spot of ours

What if, we stand by the moonlight
Kissing with the breeze on flight
Tiptoeing into our secret site
endless  giggles we try to fight

What if, we go marry each other
Never look for any other
In our lovely bliss, live forever
With our loving son and daughter

What if, I promise you my love
As the stars twinkle above
And so will it blaze, my love
'Til we finally meet in heaven above

What if, just what ifs
A plan I hope to be a gift
A heaven sent item of joy and grief
For it is just as it is, What if?
The game of What If. Such a painful story for my beloved Granddad Rudy, may you rest in peace.
Jules Aug 2016
what if
we are not the thunder.
what if
the ocean carries only water
and the wonder is something that was never there;
just hope turned desperation.

what if the soil is just dirt,
what if there is no stardust within us.
what if there is only us;
if we are all we have.

if our fates are not set in stone after all;
just us cradling bad decisions in shaky hands.
if we are left alone,
and there is no savior but ourselves.

what if purpose is a long-lost myth,
if we cannot make it on our own,
if we find this life gone in a blink, a beat.
what then. what then.

if we are left unfound.
alternate title: "but writers are supposed to be brave, aren't they?"
Fridge Jul 2016
Two lovers who never quite were,
Two perfect matches never lit aflame,
One burned out and left in a blur,
One saved spark and stayed the same.
The ghost of what could have been
Ili Norizan Jul 2016
Time will tell,
If it was me or him,
But right now everything's swell,
At least that's the dream;

Before it happens,
The next chapter of this crazy joyride,
I can't help but hope we'll remain friends,
And not let things sour due to pride;

When it's time,
I hope I'll find him divine,
The way he once made me rhyme,
But until then we'll leave it to fate to entwine;

Well this is it,
The truth we've been waiting for,
Will it be a trick or a treat,
Could it be we're a bore and love, a chore?

@byizn
Leila The Kiwi Jul 2016
What if I lash out
When I'm exhausted
and say things I don't mean,
What if you believe me,
Would those words
Haunt your mind
When you doubt yourself,
When you doubt us?
Maybe, maybe not.
But if that does happen,
If I hurt you,
I'd hurt myself
Twice as hard.

l.v.s
Yang Abao Apr 2016
I love you,
the kind of love
that I don't understand
the kind with
no explanation

I shouldn't
but I do

The kind of love
that is locked inside our phones
to be sent via messages

The kind of love
that only breathes on our What Ifs
and is dead when confronted

Are we scared?
Not destined, maybe?
Why can't I seem to stop?
You remind me of everything too much.

What if We loved,
the kind of love that makes all things possible?
innerThought Mar 2016
we have our dream
we plan around it
who is to say unless they have seen
Who can promise the life of men
Yet we have promised for then
Although we can count the hours
Even the hours for tomorrow
Where some will still suffer
As we can't avoid the unknown sorrow
So as the present becomes the past
So the future gets bent
You said you would love me forever
Does this mean forever has an end?
can we promise something we are unsure of. can we promise at all if anything can happen? what if. what if you die or what if you get saved?
Did you ever wonder about it?
Have my actions caused thoughts
That you put aside as unlikely?

Would you ever assume
That because of my kind nature
My depressing outbursts are random?

In the dead of the night,
Have you ever worried for me,
And thought, "Is she alright?"

Or do you take me for granted,
Assuming that I am who I seem to be,
While I am different on the inside?

Do you choose not to bother yourself
Because my problems are hard to see
And do not present an immediate threat?

But what if I took my life? "I won't," but,
Would you regret never asking me things
And wonder if you could have helped?

I do not doubt that you love me,
For your genuine care is shown every day
But I bury my problems too deep to see.

I'm sorry I make it so hard to help me.
What if I fed on the stars? I know I'd starve till darkness dawns upon us, consuming the galaxy at first ray of night. I'd hold every hope and dream wished upon, but sorrow would fill up my insides for I would never be able to make any of them come true.
What if.
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