If
If you could look in my eyes,
look into my soul.
Would you see my heart?
Would you see the hole?
If you could know me,
really know me.
Would you still be here
or would you turn away and flee in fear?
If you could love me,
love me completely.
That would make me happy.
Maybe I wouldn't slip away discretely.
If you read this poem,
really read this poem.
Do you change the way you are
or do I?
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