ThEN too late
Two late
Why is that my fate?
If I'd been here later it would be fine
Maybe a little different by design
But I came early
Couldn't have predicted how perfect they'd be
From smile to smell
I could already tell
The look that reflects and says the same
Why is it so cruel, this life called a game
It might work, or maybe it wont
Who knows what happens when some things dont
For now, move on and never discuss
The secret silence of a one sided lust.












