To Late For Love.
Why is the world such a sad place?
Why do some only fall in love with thoughs,
who have a pretty face?
Why can`t people see whats on the inside and not the out?
Why is it so hard to take your own route?
Love is such a wonderful thing, but so hard to find,
and when you find out what love feels like,
you relize you have left love behind.
Thoughs you have forgot may have felt this for you,
but you for them they never knew.
For you never felt what love feels like,
and now you do,
but now its to late,
the past has forgot you.
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