TIMING IS EVERYTHING

Do you know the pain

do we think the same

finger pointing game and who's to blame

was it you or me or us three

was it done in the woods or under a tree

your fault not mines so our childish mimes

only for my best the test confessed and stands revealed by

kids playing a game and so the pig squeals

send me your virtue

send me your mores quickly now before

life closing door

to late

this is your fate told you not to wait

Reviews

[Sydelle Houston]

I liked the ring of truth that resounded through your words. Great read/write. I do have a question; is it "to late" or "too late"?

[closed account]

wow!! the ending was brutal lol,
can I have a second chance???? lol
great job...

[Lyrical Love]

I liked this it is not only very true,
but has a funky spoken bounce to it.
Great piece!

[Tamluvstowrite]

Your so right timing is everything. This is an excellent poem.