Too Late

by the middle   Jun 7, 2006


My crowded rooms are empty.
My brightest day is dark.
My happiness is crying.
My sanctuary's stark.

My winning streak is losing.
My faith is only doubt.
The line i walk is winding.
My stars are burning out.

My energy is tired.
My sleep is wide-awake.
My adrenaline won't start running.
My reality is fake.

Yet my love will still be love,
My hate always hate.
Time is still time.
And I'm still too late.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Torn

    Awesome sad poem hun. Dont know y it got low votes:( deserves a 4-5/5:)
    talk to u tomoz
    xoxoxo

  • 18 years ago

    by ShaunaMarie

    I love it!! take care and keep writing.

  • 18 years ago

    by firexflys

    "My winning streak is losing.
    My faith is only doubt.
    The line i walk is winding.
    My stars are burning out.

    My energy is tired.
    My sleep is wide-awake.
    My adrenaline won't start running.
    My reality is fake."

    im am freaking in love with that it was amazing brilliant keep up the good work.5.5

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