Down winded from the emotions,
Held by a haze, longing to run fourth & looking for so many ways.
To late to cry for tears do no good,
To late to start over, the love has been misused.
To late to say maybe, to late to say more,
To late to get over you, I'm sorry we couldn't have more.
Yesterday brought hurt,
Today I felt fear to.
Tomorrow I may feel both, to late maybe you will to.
So simple was it to love, so hard to undo.
So simple was it to feel, when love has cheated you.
To late to drowned your sorrows,
To late to hate the cause.
To late to say maybe, the vengence is a loss cause.
One way out and no way in,
To late to regret what love were already in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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