What if?

What if I described,

how much I have [loved]

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What if

I hold on, to the troubles, the thoughts, and the mumbles?

What if

I showed you, how the trolling engines of a toiling mind work endlessly in defining the basis of an emotion

or how the neurons in every nerve cell imprisons an ability, to think and reflect on progressive altos?

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What If

I told you how much, a need to be comforted drove me to the feet of the Lord and an emptiness from the pits of hell has further engulfed?

What If

I told you how names ring tirelessly in my ears, making my ear-rings a golden distress,

night and day.

And what If

I showed you how much I stare, at the mighty yet absent wind

or how far I've reached out to the cool yet drowning oceans

and burned, by the fiery stars, so far away they've 'come flavorful to my lonely nights.

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How lovely it would be,

to step out of this drought

this thirst,

and lascivious despair.

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Some would call it, a desperation

a wild depression or

an insanity bound by a suppression of common sense

but I look into your eyes and

I'm certain that I am suffered mere by the tenacious thorns of love that pierce deep into my , mind soul and fears.