I asked myself "what if" tonight,
Because I saw the Reaper cry,
And as he held me close, he sighed
And as I shook, I closed my eyes
What if, someday that is to come,
We lose those whom we call 'the one,'
And for our comfort, not another,
Don't need them, for we have each other.
I'm in love and so is he,
And in our love we both believe,
Yet we know somewhere deep inside,
We share something can't be denied.
For deep inside, I've always feared
That someday Scarecrow disappears,
Not to abandon, but to die,
A nightmare for one such as I
And Reaper has a girlfriend too,
One whom he swears he'll say "I do,"
And what if she dies? What if she's gone?
Will to me he shall be drawn?
I asked myself "what if" tonight,
Because I saw the Reaper cry,
I don't know the answer to,
We'll find it once we've lived it through.
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The Art of Confusion
PoesíaDiana Miller is schizophrenic...or at least she thinks so. She has never been clinically diagnosed because her father believes that mental illness is demon possession, and she knows he would never take her to a psychiatrist. To cope with her inner c...
