If Only
if only things were different
i would create a little heaven for you
yet i cant,
as i am in my own hell
to ask you to share it with me is an right i've since lost
every night i hold onto you so i can wake again
as the threads that should hold me down have slowly unravelled
and left me with but a single string called hope that needs a face so it won't break
i remember with much pain the adoring glances you used to send my way
now poverty has made me a no go area
these days i am lucky if i get a glimpse of your face at night when you flash your body to all
that you have chosen to sell yourself to put food on the table is hard enough for me to accept
yet i do,
as the economic environment has left us with few choices
even though business is slow for few have money to spend on carnal pleasures
when hunger has taken residence at their doorstep
my inadequacy yawns like the ocean and swallows me into depths i can't escape
yet,
endure i must
as i have no means of altering our situations
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