My shitty poetry diary

Another life

Maybe in another life, my hair would fall brown, or an auburn red, could even be stark black.
Maybe my eyes would shine brown, or perhaps hazel.

Maybe in another life I drank tea instead of coffee every morning.
I would go to bed early, and awake with the roosters.
Maybe I could glide through life, like a gazelle in a peaceful, green meadow.

Maybe in another life, I could look in my reflection with pure and content love.
No longing for this's and that's.
Maybe I would care for myself more.
Maybe my posture is a bit better, and my inner compass is a bit more attuned.

Maybe in another life I would be ready for you,
Maybe then I wouldn't inevitably leave.
Maybe I wouldn't always be gasping for air, and my heart wouldn't ache with despair.

Maybe in another life, I wouldn't have wrote this.
Maybe I would be sleeping right now.
Instead of wishing for something more.

This not sure if I like this one, think I'm having a block uh oh.