Poems

If I could, I would.

Sometimes, there are words people just cannot say anymore. And those words get stuck in your throat, and the conversation dies. 

 IF I COULD, I WOULD: 

If I had the chance, I would tell you,

Of the many adventures I’ve been on.

If I could, I would plague you with,

All the rubbish that I can flaunt.

I would tell you of my travels,

To wonderland and its residents.

I could speak their whiny accent,

And of their silly accidents.

I would tell you of the things I do,

Like pranking and trolling my friends.

I could tell you of the gibberish I do,

And my laziness ruining my plans.

I would tell you how I write my poems,

Under an orange lamp on my soft bed.

I could tell you that the air-con isn’t cold anymore,

And I have this annoying habit of being late.

I would tell you that I’ve lost confidence,

In how I’m wearing my clothes and shoes.

I could tell you that I feel horrible in glasses,

For they make me look blur and blue.

I would tell you how much I miss speaking to you,

And that’s why I keep on pestering.

I could tell you that at night, I hope,

And in the day, I’m constantly dreaming.

I would tell you that when I remember you,

I only remember your smile.

I could tell you that I recollect only the good stuff,

And the phone number that I dialed.

I would tell you that I wished nothing had happened,

But wishing won’t turn back the clock.

I could tell you that the silences in our conversation,

Mean a lot to me, even though the talking stopped.

I would tell you that I miss telling you everything,

But I’ve seemed to have lost that ability.

I could tell you how much I wished for magic to work,

And take away all this hostility.

I would tell you that I would do anything,

To get things back to how they were before.

I could tell you really so much more,

But I won’t be able to speak it, so that’s all.