Too Late

He was there,

When she fell,

With scraped knees,

Bloodied elbows.

He was there,

When she cried,

With her heart broken,

Eyes puffy.

He was there,

When she graduated,

With her diploma,

Blue robes.

He was there,

When she wedded,

With her bridal gown,

White bouquet.

All this while,

He was there,

But she never noticed.

Until it was too late.

Reviews

[Khaaki]

wow yasmin... i am really awed by your wonderful way with words... very sweet again and grows on the reader every time it is read...

[MoonlightIce]

Aw! This poem is very sad,and sentimental! I love it!

[Tessa]

beautiful write... we often dont notice things we have always had and take them for granted for so long... that when they leave us n we do know whats missing its already too late to finally have it...

It really turns around! I thought it would be too late, as in she would be gone. But that he was gone, wow. Very good.

[Dark Empress]

Awww, sad. But a really good write.