19. Too Late
We lay on the same bed
With so many feelings
unsaid.
I was gripping the
bedsheet
While tears rolled down
my cheeks.
You were staring up
at the ceiling
Trying to pretend
you're not hurting.
We were next to
each other
Yet so far from
one another.
The world seemed to end
Because we knew
this we couldn't mend.
Our feelings kept burying
While the night turned into
morning.
My bloodshot eyes met
your ice-cold ones,
I just wanted to hear
'I love you' once.
I wanted to stop you
And confess my love to you.
But it was already too late,
I knew when I saw you leave
that day.
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Ethereal
PoetryHis ethereal soul Creeping its way into my hellhole If only I could stop him If only I could forget him But his ethereal soul Is what makes me whole. **** Third poetry book everyone! Ethereal-A book written in the memory of lost love. **** 🌟 Second...
