If only.

I was utterly bored, and I'm supposed to do my assignments now, but who gives a damn. So I composed a poem for Mr. Katayama, who is burning a midnight oil to finish his last assignment for the week. Just to make him smile. Ganbatte!

If only my walls could talk,

They would tell you,

"She says your name everyday"

"But do you say hers?"

If only my pillows could talk,

They would tell you,

"She cries missing you every night"

"But do you even think about her at night?"

If only my laptop could talk,

It would tell you,

"She looks at your photo every night before she sleeps"

"But how long ago did you look at her pictures and have sweet dreams?"

If only my clothes could talk,

They would tell you,

"She fuses over what to wear just to impress you"

"But do you even care how you look in front of her?"

If only my perfumes could talk,

They would tell you,

"She always wants to smell good when she's with you"

"But do you ever realize that?"

If only my camera could talk,

It would tell you,

"She deletes her own photos, but never ever yours, even the bad ones"

"But do you care when you delete her ugly photos from your camera?"

If only my watch could talk,

It would tell you,

"She looks at the time every second when she's expecting you"

"But why do you still make her wait, even though you know that?"

If only my heart could talk,

It would surely tell you,

"I belong to you, even though I'm hers"

"She gives me completely to you, and please, take good care of me"

"Because she believes in you"

"And inside me, there is only your name"

"No one else, but you"

"She loves you."