We were so young
We had not a clue
I don't blame myself
And neither do I you
For everything that I've done
And everything that you still do
Beneath the decorated facade
I hope your words are true
I doubted all that you said
Then you showed me the purple hue
It was then that I realized
Closure had been long overdue
I couldn't figure out why I wanted to wait
It wasn't the memories that I was holding on to
I wanted to get it right
Time was what I needed to pursue
You decided to walk away
I guess this is my cue
I am always grateful for all that we were
And what it put me through
YOU ARE READING
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.
