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by gabriel Aug 7, 2007 category : Love, romance / lost love
An hour too late But never gone Upon a heart All forlornBut broken dreams It'd never be Patience torn From crueltyUpon his lips Speaking her name Into darkness Of disdainKeeping alive With every breath Thinking of her Until his deathFor all he was An hour late A dying cause That was his fate
by Brittney
Beautiful! This is a great poem! Keep up the good work. 5/5 *Brittney