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It's Too Late

I look for her in her room I thought she might be in there I saw no one was there But I saw something else There are crumpled pieces of paper I started to pick them up one by one I read it through quickly And thinking of what she wants She had wrote a lot about her life About her family, friends, things But the worse thing of all is She wrote mostly about me I sat down on the hard bed And laid my feet on the cold floor I felt so scared and worried This is not like her before I dropped dead when i saw this piece It was written in blood My heart started to ache painfully My heart is beating so hard My body went numb These are her bloody handwriting I turned and saw a penknife Now, i know everything I ran out with my mind being so cold I headed to the door Running to everywhere And this is what i saw I see the red lights of ambulances People gathered around I followed the lights and the noises And my heart kept coming down I saw a body covered in blanket I saw a bracelet on the corpse's hand That bracelet is my wife's Now, I began to understand I ran towards the body I cried, hugging my lifeless wife What happened to her That reason i don't want to find My tears became her blood I shouted at myself Why did this happened Can't she think of anything else Why did she do this Thousands questions run through me I can't find the answer This is not what I foresee But it had passed since that day It was all let to Fate And I know till now That it was already too late

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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