To Late To Love

June 5, 2010
The smell of your hair,
the sound of your voice,
the color in your eyes,
and the love in your heart.

Those are the things
I remember of you.

The way you understand me,
how you’d comfort me,
and made me feel,
I remember.

You loved me the way a mother loved her child,
but I didn’t know.
I loved you the way you wanted to.
We both didn’t know.
Until those love letters fell out
after all those years.

I found out it was you
but it’s to late now.
I can’t have you
and you can’t have me.

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sleeplessdreamer said...
Aug. 15, 2010 at 9:26 pm

Really good job. You have a lot of emotion in your words. It really speaks to the reader's hearts in some intangible way. I really liked this. I'm not quite sure what is going on here, but don't tell me. Because I like that about this. You can put to your own experiences. Well done. 

Check out my work sometime? I'd really appreciate it. 

strangefirecrackers replied...
Aug. 21, 2010 at 10:08 am
Thanks. I actually did put some of my own experiences in it. I'm glad you liked it. Thank you. 
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