Too Little, Too Late

I know it's real late.
I just wanted to conversate.
My behaviors have been so fake.
The truth seemed to devastate!
Shattered your heart like an earthquake...
Apologies,  I know you hate.
My regrets I had to demonstrate.

Losing leaves such a sour taste.
These words just couldn't wait.
I wish you wouldn't hesitate,
to let me have another date...

I know it's real late,
but loneliness is such a dark place.
You know I can't see at night...
The truth always comes to light.
With what you've heard, 
life must be so bright.

Lead with your heart,
There's no need to think twice.
To continue this relationship,
sure would be nice...
I want to see you,
I understand if it's not tonight...

I know it's been little,
I hope it's not too late...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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July 21, 2010 at 10:44 AM
hey Matt, i read your slam yesterday. it is good ,, hope you enter it soon my contest will be closed soon it only has like 5 or 4 slots left..I am waiting,, and i will slam you a bit after the contes,,..i have to do my homework on you to,..p.d.
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July 18, 2010 at 7:10 PM
I enjoyed your poem,,,sounds like you have genuine feelings,,,my poems are of the same. You show a lot of talent. Blessings, Jackie
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July 17, 2010 at 1:54 PM
Nice one, Matt!!!! Sometimes I think if a person is still alive it is never to late,, So just try and try till you give up or they give in,, enjoyed your awesome poem,..p.d.
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July 13, 2010 at 2:36 PM
Cool write.. kinda mixes rhyme with monorhyme forms.. unique.. one.. enjoyed a creative write.. tonight.. with luv..
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