If I could run away, and never see this life again...the sands would forever remember my foot prints...
If I could have everything I wished for, tears wouldn’t exist, nor would pain...
If I could understand the reason behind half the things I’ve repeatedly done. They would cease...
If heaven were a mile away from where I stood; Hell couldn’t hold me back...
If my writing were to stop this very day, I would most likely go crazy.
Well...I keep writing, and I keep running. I keep making mistakes, tears still fall and I can still feel pain. Those foot prints aren’t visible, and the days of my life seem redundant. I walk amongst thieves of happiness, which deprive me of the satisfaction of things accomplished.
Why do I feel like tomorrow will be the same? Am I stuck in this place stagnant...progressing the wrong way? Why do I feel the way I do. You see, your touch enlightens my soul, but yours lies have glued back the pieces of my broken heart which makes it leery. Indifference defines how I feel as if I am seen in your eyes. My body and my mind aren’t there with you, but baby you have soul and heart.You can stroke my hopes and extinguish my dreams, but release me from your talons for they dig deep into my very being. My pen seems to write in an invisible ink to you, but how come everyone can read the words? I wonder what if. What if we were better...what if we tried harder...what if we gave up...tell me don’t you wonder? What if?
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