You were a minute too late,
when you called to help,
he was already there fixing my broken heart, tuning my life.
It could have been you,
but you were a minute too late to call.
You were a second too early to hang up,
I still had things to say,
about all those times I kept mum,
when I should've spoken up,
but you were a second too early to hang up.
You were always a mile too far, to pick me up when i was stuck,
always a bit too busy to answer my call.
I was always an option to you, while you were my only light.
I dont blame you for how we ended,
it was just meant to be.
I jus wished it meant as much to you, as it did to me.
It was always the finish line which mattered to you,
while i was enjoying the sprint,
you took a lead to such an extent that I couldn't make it to your end.
YOU ARE READING
Love lost and found!
PoetryLove inspires. Be it any kind, one sided, unrequited, mutual or any kind. Hold onto to it if you have it already and never let go.