Too Late
Once a girl,
Red swirling hair,
Now a woman
Skin ebony fair.
Once liked who I was
Now she seems to hate,
The monster I am
I am too late.
Smile like sunshine
Come on new morn,
Eyes creamy brown
Colour forlorn.
It was me she adored
When I smiled she hid,
But am I too late?
Oh please forbid.
Once liked who I was
Now she seems to hate,
The monster I am,
Am I too late?