My Poems - 1989

Too Late

It's almost over
And it never started
My mind's in a flutter
I'm broken hearted
Now I really know
Love caused me pain
Open is my eye's flow
Villianous is confusions stain
Everyone is tired
We are the same
I was inspired
To make you my claim
Hatred is not a part of me
You know this, I'm sure
Oh won't love set me free?
Union of us could be my cure

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