Your love is kind
The love is true
You are not ready
I will not utter these words to you
I was too young
Too immature to understand
But I'm doing what's right
Trying, the best that I can
If you ever find yourself
Coming back to me
You know what to do
When your heart sees clearly
That I'll be here
I won't be waiting
For I know what I have wrecked
But what's meant to be
Will always find it's way back
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoezjaA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
