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Sunday, 13 June 2010

If only...

Nights and days alike,
haunted by your charming eyes.

If only I could go back in time –
To when we met one time
If only I could close my eyes and my fingers
your face embrace
I might trace every scar,
every contour, every laugh line

If only I could go back in time –
to the day you first rang me up
If only you would listen
I would tell you I wasn't hurting
Merely longing to hear your voice,
longing for a bit of care and attention
Your care and attention.

If only I could go back in time –
to the day you let me down
If only you had showed you cared
You would have heard my feeble
cry for help and I, myself,
wouldn't have had to hear you say
'I don't have time.'

You don't have time...
You don't have time?!?

If only I could go back in time and nothing
Why did I ever think that you
could help me straighten things

Right now, ignorant bliss
welcome would be

If only being shunned by that cold shoulder
didn't hurt so much!
It hurt when I naively thought
If only...!

If only I had brushed it off as an ugly
dream...But, no, I couldn't

The day I met you – the best day of my life
A day which seemed to last forever
What ignorant bliss!

But no longer in ignorance do I delve.

A single regret: that one day I let
myself fall under the spell of those glittering
golden eyes and felt the soft touch of those long
gentle fingers on mine.

If only there were no regrets,
could things go back to the way they once were?

- COPYRIGHT/Registado no IGAC

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