What are the odds that a star explodes tonight?

What are the odds of the light going dark?

What are the odds of us being happy for once?

If only our street wasn’t on fire.

Or our sky flooded with broken dreams.

And maybe if our sunsets were choking for air…

grasping for their final breaths of oxygen as they cry out

“I’m sor-“

If only I wasn’t afraid.

Afraid of exploding a star so wonderful...

If only…

If only I wasn’t so obsessed,

Even with his words cutting deep in my skin,

Trailing blood as I still follow him.

I didn’t know the wounds would still hurt,

Crushing me to bits,

**_Yet why do I keep following him?

_**His bitter voice— my brain is playing tricks,

it insists it’s a sweet melody,

whispering softly in my ear,

but only shrieking upholds,

as ringing flows in my ear.

**_Yet wh...

If only I were an experienced sage

Or perhaps a powerful black mage

Words would just flow to the page

And I would totally be all the rage

But like in that ancient adage

You should know all the world’s a stage

Just break free from your mental cage

You’re ready now, it’s time to engage...

If only feelings were colors bright,

Joy would be gold, shining in light.

Sadness a blue, deep and profound,

Anger a red, loud and unbound.

Hope could be green, fresh as a spring,

Fear a gray shadow, quietly lingering.

Love would be violet, warm and divine,

While laughter would be a playful design.

If only our feelings could paint the thin air,

We’d be free and honest, devoted and fair,

A canvas...

If only…

Always if only

If only I did this

If only I did that

It is what it is

So what if you sat

So what if you tried hard to win

What really matters isn’t a pin

If you regret the past

You won’t move on fast

You’ll be stuck there forever

Yet you can’t change it, never

So move along the trail

And you will prevail

If only you remembered this long ago

But you still need to move along and let it go...

“If only”

Those are two dangerous words, they almost have a sense of desperation around them. Wishing for things to be different, not happy with how it is right now. Uncontentment is a different feeling around those two words. The desire that things would have taken a different term. I think there is nothing wrong with wanting to improve things, but it’s also important to accept where you are righ...

If only I’d had the courage,

The courage to stand by you,

I knew you were suffering,

And yet I did nothing.

Stayed silent, afraid,

I saw your mind drift off—

into the never after,

I caused you pain,

Not with harsh words or actions,

But with the emptiness I left in their place.

A piece of me died that day.

If only I’d been brave enough—

Maybe you’d still be here....

if only I could do something

really do something

to help you

I’m sorry

I feel bad

but the best I can do is telling you

not to give up

keep on trying

I can only give you words of encouragement

the rest is up to you

I wish there’s was more I could do

if only I wasn’t so helpless

if only I could make things happen

if only I could do something to help you

I love you man

I hope you can do this

I know ...

if only I had someone, if someone was mine

if only I could talk to them about anything, anytime

maybe I wouldn’t be here, writing these rhymes

what else can I do

when the only two people I can vent to

have problems of their own, too?

ugh I just need a man

but it’s not like I can

just go on over, tell him, “hey you, come and hold my hand”

“hold me in your arms until I stop crying”

“make me smile...

If only, if only

If only I could stop

if only i could realize

if only i weren’t alone

if only i had a friend to guide me

if only i was free

if only i wasn’t silent

if only i could speak my thoughts

if only this world were not so judgmental

then maybe i could be me...