It is too late to make new friends because
the weirdness is too much within and everybody
is driven away like the devil from the cross
It is too late to love again cause the mistakes
are already committed and nobody trusts
when you're around
So you drink up and eat up until you forget about the
tears; and you try and laugh at anything that's more stupid
than you; and then you drive yourself to ignorance like
an idiot in love with someone who sleeps around
And it is too late to come back and redo the things you
think you should
Funny how people give so little importance to anything
until it's gone
Maybe when you're gone people will miss you
Maybe
hindsight is always 20/20. and too late is always easiest. very relatable. although id like to think too late doesn't really exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe when you're gone people will miss you... hard forgotten fact of life..nicely done....10