a little too late...
I've been feeling down
for quite sometime.
A faded photo of you
and some hidden poems of mine
keep my solace,
they keep me fine.
Will I ever see her again?
Why did I waste so much time?
My actions will speak
louder than these words ever could,
but I'm done with love,
unless you're here to make it be what it should.
Take a nice stroll
down by the lake.
The soft glow gives a headiness,
the reflections intoxicate.
Dreaming of you,
that is my fate.
Will I ever see you again,
or is it too late?
Deep down I know
it will be alright.
I'm sure whatever love that she has
it still burns bright
No one could forget,
the enchantment of such a flame.
I'll never see her again,
at least not the same.
My actions will speak
louder than these words ever could,
but I'm done with love,
unless you're here to make it be what it should.