It's too late

IT’S TOO LATE

How funny times can be

Just when you’re finally ready

To fully accept who you are

To admit to yourself that this is normal

That’s when you lose

That’s when she’s happy with someone else

That’s when they choose

Not to wait and be with the best

How harsh and cruel can fate be

Every day has been a struggle to begin

And till the end, it still is as it is

A life of pain and bliss

Now I’m running wild searching and trying

To know where I’ve to lead myself into

No direction, as to where I’m taken

Just letting go and lettin’ it flow

But will it be the right decision?

There’s no way of telling

The path isn’t mine to question

Coz from the start, it’s been too late

Unrequited love it is

Then it shall be

But is it?

Who am I to know?

:)

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Very poignant and well-written. You describe very well the irony of finding yourself and losing the one you love at the same time- questioning "unrequited love it is. Then it shall be. But is it? Who am I to know?" Excellent poem!

[LJ]

Thank you so much! :)