Untitled.

If I could quench desire 
and the haunting that lies within
If I could seize all longing
for your touch upon my skin
If I could wake from this dream
and yet still be asleep
Who would I be? 

If I could forget 
the laughter and the tears
Mistakes and compromise 
as time rolls back the years

Who would I be? 

And could I forsake you
as many have before
Alone in your chamber
you wait for a knock upon the door

When the beauty fades to sorrow 
and yet sorrow waits 

no more.