Too late

Just Think

Love is one of the many things that kills

That Can destroy you piece by aching piece

They say forever can give you such chills

But is it truly enough when deceased

Whilst sorrow fills your ever lasting soul

And you begin to understand that love

Has to make a soft meaningful toll

New beginnings have started for its time

To make a new . With the beauty of life

The unfortunate events are such crimes

For they are filled with tears and strife

For everything has a dreaded ending

But isn't that worth a new beginning?