Literature
Too Late
Time slows as you turn,
your eyes illuminating the darkness,
that is,
my life.
I feel so warm,
free,
loved,
happy,
when you're near.
When you laugh,
my heart leaps.
When you smile,
I hope it's at me.
When your sad,
I want you, to come,
into my arms.
All these things,
and more,
I've wanted to tell you,
but I never will.
I came far too late,
I still remember that day,
when she took you.
You were at a party,
you drank too much,
and met heron the ride home.
She took you,
from me,
and everyone,
because she's selfish,
and unforgiving,
now we'll never see you again.
I wish,
you were still here,
so I could see your,
smile,
laugh,
eyes.
I wis