What if
It was never meant to be
in the realm of dreams, she lived
her heart wandered wild and free,
of deep thoughts and demons in shadows
lurking behind curtains of gallows
What if
It was never meant to be
Whispers of secrets weaving their tales
with cries of joy and illusions pale,
eyes that speak a thousand words
a touch so gentle, withering feathers of birds
ripples in a stream, and a shattered dream
What if
The time was not right
The tide was not on their side
The waters were rough and deep
But for the sake of promises to keep...
Both lost deep in thought
yet hope lingers, a resilient spark,
defying demons in the eerie dark
What if...