Written Sunday, February 15, 2009
Too little too late was just a phrase
until the man of my dreams faded away
Now that he’s gone I feel somewhat betrayed
though I am at fault, I hoped he would stay
Too little too late is the only thing to describe
how I feel as I lie in my bedroom tonight
To feel what it’s like to lose the love of your life
is to question your will, the will to survive
Too little too late is all I can say
because these 4 walls around me are almost decayed
Much like my heart which has already lost pace
as I walk around blindly, my footsteps retraced
©LittleO™
