If a touch could soften the tension, a thousand fingers would have already caressed the universe.
If a word could calm the noise, a symphony of harmonic lyrics would have already been sung.
If an idea could soothe a doubting mind, an epiphany of intentions would have already firmed reason.
With every if statement comes a dependent longing,
and with every dependent longing comes an unattended to wound.
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Author:
SoulSearcher71 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is about wanting to soothe someone's hurt but not being able to.
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