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Too Late

Contributed by nail-to-the-head on Saturday, 26th June 2004 @ 03:04:59 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



Why must it be like this?
Why do we always find out too late?
Too late to tell them how we feel,
Too late to say sorry.

Now that im without you,
I realise your worth,
I need you more then ever now,
But all I have left is memories.

We shouldn't have finished like that,
I never did like to fight,
If it werent for me you'ld still be here,
I always had hated that bike.

You had been drinkin, so had I,
You rushed out in rage,
Grabbed your bike,
I told you never to come back.

You sped along the road,
The wet tarmac below your wheels,
One slight mistake, that was all,
And now you'll never be here.

I cryed that night,
Wanting you to come back home,
Then the call from the police,
Telling me you had been killed.

Its all my fault,
I will never get you back,
I now realise that I love you,
I love you more then I could ever show.

I just wish I had told you.

+ nail-to-the-head +
26.06.04




Copyright © nail-to-the-head ... [ 2004-06-26 15:04:59]
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Re: Too Late (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 26th June 2004 @ 04:15:23 PM AEST
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this was good... I liked it ... I felt the feeling in it and its honest. Keep it up... it needs a tiny bit more flow rythem wise but it was really good...:)


Re: Too Late (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Saturday, 26th June 2004 @ 06:12:25 PM AEST
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You cannot blame yourself.
You cant. it is not your fault.
This is very sad, and i can tell it hold alot of emotion.
Good write.
Thankyou for sharing.
*hugs* Phil xxx




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