If

If I cross my fingers,
Hold my breath,
And count to ten,
Will everything be,
Gone when I open them again?
If I raise up my arms,
And reach my hand out,
For you to grab a hold of,
Will you?
If I stop time,
From ticking,
If I keep the birds,
From chirping,
Will everything be the,
Same when the clock,
Begins again?
I'm not asking for a promise,
Or asking for forever.
I'm only thinking of,
The what-ifs. I'm,
Only wondering if everything,
Will continue on,
When you're gone.