if my heart...

if my heart can be seen like a skin,
perhaps it would be filled of scars and wound,
too naive, decent and docile,
making people enjoyed looking i'm falling to the ground.

if only i am the powerful perfect witch,
wishing i can use some spell of magic,
everything will be fine and happy,
and life wouldn't be that tragic.

if only i can keep on dreaming and smiling,
creating my own world with no fears,
everything will be fine and happy,
and the dictionary wouldn't include the word tears.

if i can reach the sky and pick a star,
though wings i haven't
by hope and love it's possible,
to make it a stair to heaven.

if i can read people's mind,
then i wouldn't have done something they dislike,
everything will be fine and happy,
and love keep on embracing me tight.

many if and if are running in my head,
as if the world would move as i desire,
everything will be fine and happy,
or, perhaps destroy in fire??


(my poem during poetry project semester 2, 09/10)

                                 

                                                                                                    ~cik juju chomey~