Too Late

I look around this hopeless cold world and all I see is rain..
A broken mirror to my heart, the pieces of pain..
How soon we forget..
Long years and a lot of regrets..

You finally lose the things you never get back..
Numb from the lies too slow to react..
Good things come but they never last..
Endless possibilities of a beautiful future but we live for an impossible past..

Every once in a while my thoughts find you..
Giving you up, I thought I’d never have to..
I was broken hearted once, open wound fresh bruise..
Thats why I held on tight afraid to death to lose..

When your eyes are open things are no longer what they seemed..
When I wasnt looking he found me me..
When I was lost he loved me..
When I needed him he was always there..
And the day I loved him, I thought he’d always care..

I will never be a perfect person but the life I live will be a reflection..
The door way to my own imperfect perfection..

We change easily for things that dont matter..
Take for granted the things that matter most..
And never realize until its TOO LATE..

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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