If only you knew the stories of my heart,
The corners and the bends,
The red zones and the green.
If only I knew how to present my heart,
If only there was a power point that could connect to my inner thoughts,
And project it as it is without need of words that are just so limited at times.
If only I could even illustrate the feelings of my heart,
If only I could express it in an indelible way,
If only my lips and heart connected without barrier.
My heart,
Cramped and twisted with unutterable bitterness,
My soul,
A heap of unidentifiable substance...
If only I had the ability to speak out my heart,
If only you knew that I did not mean the way I seemed to be,
If only we knew the way out...
If only...
