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At the back of a photo of us at prom,
before we parted ways for different universities.
He wrote this to me
He let go of me two years later.
I realized what I lost,
I tried to run back to him,
I tried to win him back,
but I was
two years late.
The poetry dedicated to that boy with all my heart,
I love you always.
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Two Years Late
PoetryA 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.
