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Too Late
Tears streamed freely down her face,
The one person she had ever loved was . . . gone.
Hands that tried to reassure are placed on her shoulders.
She shakes them off, hoping that the pain will go with it.
But, those feelings can't be shaken off,
They lie, buried in her heart, etched in her brain.
The one chance she had ever had,
She blew away, brushing it aside.
All for selfishness and vain.
Popularity and status were more important then,
She realizes her horrible mistake.
But, she can't take it back.
Mourning in black,
The crowd gathers around,
The casket,
With roses and candles scattered.
Endless amounts of people
Standing over,
With silent prayers and last messages,
They give their love or reminisce of all the times.
Reminiscing of his bright smile and cheerfulness . . .
Now all those times are gone,
As one fatal accident can make the person they loved so much . . .
Gone.
But, she realizes, with bowed head
And drapes of black,
That he will always be in her heart,
Her brain,
Her memories.
She would never forget him not until the day she could meet with him.
The one chance she had,
She blew it all away.
There were no second chances in cruel game of life.
He offered his love,
And she rejected it,
Even though in her heart,
She felt the same way.
She wishes she could take it back.
Say yes, instead of her dejecting no.
Wishing she could turn back the hands of time.
Giving anything, to see him once more.
But, it won't happen.
It's too late, too late, too late. . .
Too Late
Tears streamed freely down her face,
The one person she had ever loved was . . . gone.
Hands that tried to reassure are placed on her shoulders.
She shakes them off, hoping that the pain will go with it.
But, those feelings can't be shaken off,
They lie, buried in her heart, etched in her brain.
The one chance she had ever had,
She blew away, brushing it aside.
All for selfishness and vain.
Popularity and status were more important then,
She realizes her horrible mistake.
But, she can't take it back.
Mourning in black,
The crowd gathers around,
The casket,
With roses and candles scattered.
Endless amounts of people
Standing over,
With silent prayers and last messages,
They give their love or reminisce of all the times.
Reminiscing of his bright smile and cheerfulness . . .
Now all those times are gone,
As one fatal accident can make the person they loved so much . . .
Gone.
But, she realizes, with bowed head
And drapes of black,
That he will always be in her heart,
Her brain,
Her memories.
She would never forget him not until the day she could meet with him.
The one chance she had,
She blew it all away.
There were no second chances in cruel game of life.
He offered his love,
And she rejected it,
Even though in her heart,
She felt the same way.
She wishes she could take it back.
Say yes, instead of her dejecting no.
Wishing she could turn back the hands of time.
Giving anything, to see him once more.
But, it won't happen.
It's too late, too late, too late. . .