What if

What if I hold it all inside,
What if the sun decides to hide,
What if the moon shatters its crown—
Is it right to let this anger course through my veins?

What if summer abandons its heat,
What if winter’s chill retreats,
What if we’re trapped in an endless, unknown season—
Is it not okay to drift along the river of time?

What if I couldn’t care less,
What if your anger outweighs your regrets,
What if we can’t maintain our pretences?

Then tell me,
Is it not okay to feel both hot and cold?
Is it not okay to hold both the sun and the moon?
Is it not okay to care and regret without shame?

What if?

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