Tim Cook

Rookie - 0 Points (12.07.1989)

Tomorrow Is To Late - Poem by Tim Cook

That lock you got On your heart
That I've been picking From the start
I think cracked it open this time
Think I've finally found a way to i can make you mine

Now I'm holding my pistol
In my shaky hand
And as my eyes go blind I seem to understand

And all my friends are saying tomorrow is to late
But when it comes to you my girl
You know I'll always wait

So when did you
change your mind
And why did you think I changed mine
What was it that made you,
up and run away
Was it all the things
you,
never heard me say

Now I'm holding my pistol
In my shaky hand
And as my eyes go blind I seem to understand

And all my friends are saying tomorrow is to late
But when it comes to you my girl
You know I'll always wait

You know that we could be
Together forever you'll see
But when you came back again
We were introduced as friends

And I was holding my pistol
In my shaky hand
And as my eyes went blind I seemed to understand

And all my friends were saying tomorrow is to late
But when it comes to you my girl
You know I'll always wait
But did I leave it too long to make you understand
Did I leave it to long to make you mine again


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2012



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