Maybe things would be different.
Maybe things wouldn't have ended this way.
Maybe endless tears wouldn't have been spilled in a valiant effort.
Maybe ears would have turned to listen to the soft outcry coming from the older student.
Maybe lust would have blossomed, like the velvet petaled rose, into a passionate romance instead of an empty longing.
Maybe friends wouldn't have been forgotten.
Maybe after the duo departed the musical troupe, the remaining five wouldn't have turned into four, then four into three, three into two and two into one.
Maybe it was all an allusion. A false reality.
Maybe it was all for attention. That's a possibility.
Maybe it was a lie. Send me the proof and I'll reconsider.
Maybe the blonde really was hiding behind the smile.
Maybe if I died tomorrow you would understand.
Maybe if I never went with you in the first place I wouldn't be suffering now.
Maybe I would be off enjoying the garden placed in front of me instead of waiting in fear by the graves.
Maybe if black didn't drape my shivering body now things would be different.
