If Only They Knew

DISCLAIMER : The following is a tale of romance between two eighteen year old ladies that never occured. Not for lack of desire on both their parts, but rather disbelief that it would be reciprocated. Take heed of the lesson to be learned here; reality is an impossibility without belief.


Known in circles as the Creepy Goth Girl
To me, she is the Mistress of the Midnight Hour
Amongst weeds in the Garden of Eden at dusk
She stands tall like a precious flower

A white orchid

Oh, won't you take a chance on me
Won't you give me a whirl
I'm just a lonely girl
What you get is what you see

In my daydreams of forbidden romance
With her, naked and free, I could be myself
A wild stallion only she could tame
If only
Oh, if only
She even knew my name

If only

She was always Miss Popularity Contest
Reigning Prom Night Queen, fairest of the fair
The most beautiful creature there ever was
With a silky mane of flowing hair

A bronze mustang

Oh, won't you give me a whirl
Won't you take a chance on me
I'm just a homely girl
What you see is what you get

My fantasies of laying together unfurl
With her, naked and wet, I could be myself
A misted lilly in full bloom
If only
Oh, if only
She even knew I was in the room

If only

If only they knew

Oh, if only

If only we knew
You and I would never be lonely again
Touching petals glistening in the moonlight
The nights wouldn't be as dark and despairing
Riding hard and fast under sun so bright
The days would be nowhere near as dreary
Together, wet and naked, free
I could be myself with you
You could be yourself with me
And never would we forget
What we've always felt
Nurtured and grown
My love for you
Your love for me
The truth we have always known