Too Little, Too Late Poem by Daniel Mason

So luckily for me I beat Both cases.
It feel good seeing familiar faces.
Since my outdate we Been smokin like aces.
But we dont get to talk on an everyday Basis.
And we in two different places.
Moving through the world at two different paces.
Honestly I hate this.
But how I know my love aint suffering replacements.

Every day a struggle Being locked in a BuBBle.
Been faithful But I'm feelin like a dog on a muzzle.