How we began is how we met,
You and I followed by arrows from the wall,
Although you had enough I was never satisfied with you,
For everything you do your love fades in my memory
A painting hard to understand,
Just like how people understand us.
This is a story,
for you to see and to understand,
that you are not the one destroying me but me destroying you.
Let's first see, the creations that you made for me, well you just didn't make it for me.
You made it for yourself,
I may be cruel,
but you are more,
If we had loved each other at first,
you wouldn't be late for love,
specifically our love.
If we had loved each others difference,
we wouldn't have to be separated,
I had done many things, just to consider you,
but you never took it in,
Many times I called you just wanting to express what I feel about everything surrounding me.
But have you ever listened?
Well you haven't.
YOU ARE READING
Late At Love :On-going
PoetryHighest rank achieved #11 in Arrows for the date July 28 2018. Ongoing story... Each chapter added in a random date.. Why should we wait, even though love comes, Why is it hard to take in the pain, Why is everything so different from now, Let's...