Poetry # 1: I hope it's not too late

I hope it's not too late to tell you now,

But I know that it's late, somehow

The chances of feeling the same are really small.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner when I fall.

I'm sorry I was too blind

Too naive that you're one of a kind

I am scared to see how much you truly meant to me.

I still do, I am coward to see

There isn't a day of you I don't think

Not a night I don't pray and give the star a wink

For things to go back to the way they were before

There isn't a star in the sky I haven't wished for

To make things go back when

To make you realize what I felt was true and then

I hope it's not too late,

I can see it is..as you walked, I am at regret.

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