One day,
It will be too late,
Those hopeful eyes,
Hidden by forgotten order of fate,
Those eyes,
Will be all you need,
But all you will never get.
One day,
It will be too late,
To offer me your false promises,
To assure me of lies,
And feed me the hope,
But those words will stay empty,
As you whisper it into the sky.
One day,
It will be too late,
The arms that would be wide open,
The ones that would catch you,
When no one made an effort to.
Those arms will be gone soon,
Whisked away by the sense in my
Mind.
One day,
It will be too late,
When your tears need to be wiped,
But I am no longer by your side,
To dry them away.
One day,
It will be too late,
And the love that you see,
Will be turned into the hate that I
Feel.
One day,
It will be too late,
As you watch the sanity slowly leave
My mind,
As I shout and hiss,
And you try and wish me back to Normal.
One day,
It will be too late,
The roses in my heart,
Will die,
And all that's left,
Will be their splintered thorns.
One day,
It will be too late,
As the tears running down my face,
Becomes the blood,
Seeping out my veins.
One day,
It will be too late,
When you pull yourself together,
And promise to change,
But this time you mean it,
Well that day,
It will be too late.
~n.s
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