If they wrote a love song about us,
would everyone smile at the end?
Or would tears roll down their faces,
knowing our hearts would never mend?
If they wrote a poem about us
that encompassed our twisted past,
Would people long for happily ever after
Or would they see that it couldn’t last?
If they saw the mistakes and the miscommunications,
would they applaud our choices since?
Or would they be extremely exasperated,
claiming that we are so very dense?
That we could not easily see
what others clearly know we feel,
That our minds keep coming back to each other,
because our hearts know what is real.