The words you wanted to say,
swallowed in at that time.
You shut your eyes and pray,
pray that what you've done is not a big crime.
It's not too late to tell the truth.
You tell your mind you're right,
you look at her with accusing eyes.
You try to ignore everything around you,
though you know all her lies.
It's not too late to forgive.
You feel guilty and you repent it,
but your mind tells you it's just a mistake.
You want all the broken pieces to fit,
you would make everything right for her sake.
It's not too late to apologize.
Your heart flutters when you hear his name,
you feel good and happy inside.
You would love to hear his voice all day,
though you tell yourself otherwise.
It's not too late to love.
It's not too late to be a friend though you've been replaced.It's not too late to dream though you're shattered.
It's not too late to change.
It's never too late.
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Amazing!
ReplyDeleteI'll be waiting for your just-as-awesome 20th post. xD
Tazneempasneem, I love this poem. It's so bloody brilliant. I'm actually gonna put this up in my room D: I abolutely LOVE it.
ReplyDeleteShruti.