Someday is too late, because time does not wait.
It passes you by, unstoppable and unconfined
And only leaves regrets of yours behind
You plan for tomorrow and then tomorrow passes by.
''Better later than never'', that's what they say.
But to be honest, it will never be okay.
It's a funny thing, really, that we only notice something when it's not here
And we realize that we miss it and that things can disappear.
How they will never return to us, just like you, my dear.
One day you were there; the next, you had passed on.
It's only a matter of time they say,
Before we realize what's gone
I can't say goodbye anymore, or ever say hello
I can't thank you for the things you've done for me
Or beg you not to go
All I can do is think
About things that will never be
And continue to live my life without you and face reality
Even though you are forever sleeping, I hope these feelings of mine will perpetuate
And reach you wherever you are or your reincarnate
But seriously - believe me - someday is too late.
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My Poems
Poesía''Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words.'' ~ Robert Frost
