Too Late To Love Poem by Dinda Khairani

When the story begins to fade
The love of mine begins to form
Everything used to be beautiful without you
Then, why now you're my definition of beautiful?

I run through my contrition to say sorry
Embrace my hope of finding you coming back
You're still craving me, aren't you?
Oh my genuine affection, aren't you?
Oh my silly darling, aren't you?
Oh—You—Aren't

Can I demolish my refusal
When you stand on your knees for me?
‘Cause the more I see you,
The more I blame myself
But the less I see you,
The more you're in my dreams