What if..
There are times when I think
about the things that might have been different
if I happen to be someone else.
I wonder how my life would be
if I wake up to be a different person.
Would I be happy that I could have a chance
to be with the person who owns my heart,
Or would I be disheartened to find myself apart
from those people whom I lived almost my whole life with.
I couldn't find any other way
to be engulf by the blissfully warm embrace,
without having to cry in painful despair.
Now all I can do is wonder, and ask myself.
Again, what if..
Either way, I know that a part of me will die.
Its like stopping my own heart from beating,
Just to keep it still alive.
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Nicely woven cogitation well expressed emotion poetically