I'm late...
Much too late for a slap on the wrist and a late fee.
I'm talking about that kind of late that nobody should ever be.
I've mastered the art of procrastination that has conquered the greatest nations,
Where we abuse today and try to make up for it tomorrow with useless reparations,
But I run to you with those reparations in hand anyway because that's my only hope.
....Or at least I hope so....
You gave me your heart and I put it in storage and told you maybe later.
It's funny how quickly the hated can become the hater.
I know you hated me running around after every skirt that caught my eye,
Now I can't help but hate whenever I hear about this new guy.
I wish I could stomp around screaming about how he ain't me,
But that's probably the exact reason why he's sitting where I want to be.
I just pray for another chance without wickedly wishing for yall to break up.
Maybe I'll go to sleep and you'll be mine by time I wake up....
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Absolutely brilliantly done I could feel the weight we create on ourselves!
Much peace and respect
Thank you for blessing me with your time!
Aww what a sensational appealing poem of regrets and wishes, in self assessment. You express all that awesomely and creatively . Kudos for this submission!
Pls pleez do review/ comment my newest poem too.
Thank you for reading my work and I look forward to checking yours out as well.
you may be too late for this one, but connections can be made far late then you think. look on the bright side, this heart ache will give you energy to put your all into someone new. But remember to remember your mistakes.
Thank you for reading and you are absolutely correct. What is a life worth if you live without learning from mistakes.
Hey, just catching up with your work. This is fab too! I love your style. It's got such attitude and skill... Rhymic, almost rap. It's fab! #fangirlingalittle
youre making me blush!
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