Too Late To Right My Wrong

Fri, 04/28/2017 - 21:10 -- 1SP

It would take a miracle to get you now, 
After I was too busy chasing every skirt, 
Instead of realizing that I'd lose you somehow 
To some other man who really values your worth. 

 

Beautiful as you are since I first saw you, 
I foolishly took my eyes off such pretige; 
You are quite the queen of dreams, a blessing too, 
And after the women, my heart is under siege. 

 

I feel like the greatest piece of me, 
Now gone, so long long gone; 
When I know that I'd messed up 
And it is too too late right my wrong. 

 

Such a strong woman from start to end, 
Qualities of a bride, wife, and a helpmate, 
But my youth would only let me descend 
As I linger skin of teeth now ready to appreciate. 

 

Dellusions of you always being there 
Are what made me believe that I could do me; 
Yet here I am crying sleeplessly to myself 
Alone without you, baby, ever to please. 

 

I feel like the greatest piece of me, 
Now gone, so long long gone; 
When I know that I'd messed up 
And it is too too late right my wrong. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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