Mr Brown

Too little Too late

You are everything. My mind is filled with things I will never be rid off.

I want it all to go, and for every memory of you to remain. Though it hurts.

To look back at you. I saw you then. Seeing you now i see a stranger, but a piece of me iv\'e lost

remains

You will always remain, as memory retains. Will is a funny thing. I have little of it, But I have all of it if

you command.

Non for myself. All for you. Looks are one thing, the soul..Indescribable. Human, all it can be. I see the piece of me i was missing.

Just out of reach.

I will not take what is yours, but you will never be mine. Too little too late. Though if I could see you again before you go

these words would be yours. For you alone. Your heart now belongs to another, a common story. Too little to late.

You are my everything. All I could never be. Would these be your words if these where your fingers? Your mind? Your heart?

You are my everything, though much like everything, it slipped through my fingers like sand.

Too little...too late..