Late Love

Finally I raise my head. And face you but unsaid. Then I notice Your face is gone. Disapeared All is Wrong. ... It is to late. That I know. But can our love. Still ever grow.

Hold my hand.

You say.

 

I roll my eyes

Push away

 

Please

You ask

 

Why

I reply to the

Simple task

 

I love you

You whisper

 

Really?

I reply

 

Yes

You say

 

I then

Do look away

 

Please

You speak

 

Do I feel my heart

Change just a tweak

 

I have to go

I then do say

 

You stare instead

At my way

 

I wave goodbye

And smile true

 

But it doesn't

Seem to be enough for you

 

Please

I hear your voice repeat

 

But you are gone

You did retreat

 

Days do past

We do not speak

 

Did I feel akward

I ask

When you spoke

Your mind?

 

Isn't that what I live for

At least in this time

 

Finally

I raise my head

 

And face you

But stay unsaid

 

Then I notice

Your face is gone

 

Disapeared

All is wrong

 

I look down

In my hand

 

To see those words

That travel lands

 

Hold my hand

I say

 

You show nothing

No push away

 

Please

I ask

 

You ignore

That simple task

 

I love you

I whisper

 

Your voice shows

No reply

 

Yes...

I say

 

But then you can't

Look away

 

It is to late

That I know

 

But can our love

Still ever grow

 

Will you watch me

From above

 

And show me what

To truly love

 

Reviews

[Tyler Allen]

Simple, but touching. Expressing the sorrorw of love lost. Watching it go, achingly, hopelessly. Pleading for that person to stay, knwing its in vein.
You can really feel that pain when you read this.
This is a wonderful poem you've written. I love it.

You've got a gift with words
So keep it up

[OT]

very nice! you have quite a natural beat to your poems, it all flows very well, which adds to the read and makes it great! a great gift you have with your words carefully placing them where they asked to be placed! nice!