If Only
The deceiving senses
If only somebody could hear my tears,
The story it had to say.
If only somebody could read my soul,
The feelings it endured.
If only somebody could understand my sorrow,
The pretence would dematerialise .
If only somebody could think like my heart,
It would not have pumped out tears.
If only somebody could see my invisibility,
The shadow would disappear.
If only somebody could touch my mind,
The thoughts would stop wandering.
If only somebody could taste my disappointment,
The happiness would be real.
If only.