Too Late

Here's a story
That's for my friend
Who's heart I know
Will somehow mend

There was a guy that she had loved
She wondered if he loved her back
But she was scared
That there were things she had to lack

Things that wouldn't let him accept her
So he can be more than her friend
Her broken heart
That he had helped unbend

She wanted to tell him
A feeling everybody knew
That she loved him
But does he love her too

She was so scared
That he would be just like the rest
She didn't want him to be
She wanted him to be the best

She knew she had to try
Or she would never know
So she told him
And she found out she was too slow

He said he was taken
But if she had asked him before
He would have said yes
And she didn't have to ask for more

Why was she chosen for this fate
She should have told him
But now she knows
That she's too late

For Z.G.
This poem is for my friend that loved my poems and asked me to write her one about what you just read. =]
Written on December 6, 2005