PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Somedays I sit and think of you,

and what I want to do.

All the things I wanted to say,

all the things I want to learn.

But now it's to late and I can't say anything.

Whats the point in saying something and then takeing it away?

Now that I know you I feel so ashamed.

Ashamed that I was so shy,

because I was so scared.

Now that I know you it's just to late,

no point in trying it'll only bring hate.

But now it's just to late.