What If…

What if I’m not around anymore?
Will the mornings seem incomplete?
Will you miss my essence when you awaken?
Will the dew feel like needles on your feet?

What if I’m not around anymore?
Will an hour feel, like one whole day?
Will your heart pine, to hear my own?
Will you look for me when I’ve gone away?

What if I’m not around anymore?
Will you wish you were by my side?
Will your eyes search for mine again?
Will your thoughts want my heart to confide?

What if I’m not around anymore?
Will your lips yearn for mine to be near?
Will you feel lost without me to guide?
Will your laughter then be a tear?

What if I’m not around anymore?
Will the blue sky feel darkened to you?
Will you, my star, look for me, the moon?
Or Will you find another star anew?

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Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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