An Hour Late

by gabriel   Aug 7, 2007


An hour too late

But never gone

Upon a heart

All forlorn

But broken dreams

It'd never be

Patience torn

From cruelty

Upon his lips

Speaking her name

Into darkness

Of disdain

Keeping alive

With every breath

Thinking of her

Until his death

For all he was

An hour late

A dying cause

That was his fate

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  • 17 years ago

    by Brittney

    Beautiful!
    This is a great poem!
    Keep up the good work.
    5/5
    *Brittney