If only, if only the woodpecker sings, maybe there wouldn't be hurt.
For you only know how to peck holes into my heart.
You made your way in, and left your mark.
If only, if only the woodpecker sings, maybe I would be stronger.
My heart would recover
And I would be better.
But I'm not a fighter.
If only, if only the woodpecker sings, then maybe you wouldn't be king and
I wouldn't feel trapped under your wings.
If only, if only the woodpecker sings, maybe it would end my pain and suffering.
If only, if only the woodpecker sings, maybe I would have found myself.
I wouldn't be lost and have to pay the cost.
But the reality is, the woodpecker can never sing. I can never be the same again.
If only, if only the woodpecker sings, then maybe one day I would be free.
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"The Book With No Title" collection
PoetryThis is a compilation of my personal favourite pieces I have written:) which pieces are your favourite? Comment and share your thoughts!
