If only…
If only the picture can tell of the restless nights and sweaty groans
With insomnia bouts and racing hearts
of the struggling mind and yearning cry
to meet tomorrow's needs, escaping todays bleed
If only…
If only the picture can speak of the vicious abuse from temper's fuse
causing silent screams from the victim's heaves
caught in the throes or web of lover's rage
and just like a bird, stuck in a cage
if only…
If only the picture can reveal the sparring scars from lovers' wars
From cosy cruises to beating bruises
That maps the journey of how far they've come
From lovers' bliss to hades hiss
If only…
If only the picture is really worth
a thousand words in these lovers' court
it'd spare sherlock the run amok
and solve the riddle in a murderer's fiddle
But the picture is only a silent veil
that shields the drama or raucous play
from telling to prying minds the tales
that go on behind desperate drapes
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