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too late
There is much i
want to tell
you but i
wait too long.
These words are
never going be spoken.
These words could
meant so much to you.
My dream is destroy
just like a fire
through a house.
It is like my heart is
turning cold
and becoming stone.
U could have
broken it open
but it is i too late.
Your pretty face could
have melt the ice Covering it
instead it is turning to ice again.
I guess i need to walk away
before i say something that
i will regret later.
My love for you is going
to stay hidden til we
meet again.
Your eye could
have broken it
but it is too late.
-gene Conner December 29, 2003
