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Saying it too late
January 7, 2009
His eyes no longer haunting,
his smile no longer great.
His hair no longer perfect.
Himself, I've come to hate.
I gave him all the hints,
I guided him through the clues.
But he turned the other way,
and it was me who he didn't choose.
I loved him very dearly,
his words I've come to love.
But instead of choosing a girl like me
he chose that "angel from above".
Maybe I just envy her,
because she is his date.
Or maybe I love him still,
although I chose to say it late.
© Anonymous
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My poem is a real life experience, where I really liked this guy (although I never had the courage to tell him) and he seemed to be perfect for me. We talked all the time, until suddenly, he just left me for someone else. I realized that I should've said "I love you" a little too late.