If only

If only 

We could speak our mind,

Tell people what we thought of them without messing up everything,

We'd breathe easier and walk more lightly.

People would know that we love them,

They'd know we care for them, 

That we hurt for them, and on their behalf, 

That we would always look out for them steadily, silently. 

If only. 

If only 

We could find the voice to tell people when they hurt us or anger us or annoy us.

Because everything they did or didn't do comes back to the things we think are important or what we love. 

It all comes back to the same thing. Love. 

Like the boomerang

Like the snake eating itself 

Like an endless replay of a song 

It comes down to just one thing. 

Love. 

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MD