Too Late To Cry

Conclusion is permanent

nobody cries

no control over fears

dreadfully lies

she was under my chin

in the most glorious times

now she's under his

desolation strikes hard

And my desires ran away

Along with my control

and with the smile her face

she forgot my soul

there's a thought in my mind

that she couldn't show

You cry on his shoulder 

and you left me alone

her words were spoken first

now silence is long

and I'll lie to myself

and tell me not to cry

but it's too late

and tears fall from the sky

I cry in the dark

for these feelings are cruel

love is an art

and I've ran out of fuel

and i know that if you come back to me

I'll say go away

because now i know

it's too late to cry.

Reviews

[Rim]

I've never had my heart broken, so I don't know how it feels, but your poem transported it in a much clearer way than my experience would, Brilliant!

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Profound pain felt here...the loss of love is a bitter blow to the heart... you penned out the depth of sadness well here. Wonderful work.

[Jorge Ron]

thanks! and yea, getting your heart broken sucks

[Cahjli Symes]

this was so deep I'm losing air circulation, your writing has became so much better!

[Jorge Ron]

thanks strange man ive never started a band with a peruivian lead guitar player, new jersey drummer, venezuelan vocalist and rhythm guitar player and carribean back vocals and bass player before! :D

[Cahjli Symes]

you don't know my life ;)