This is a poem I wrote, I am a beginner writer so if you hate it then don't hate me. Just tell me how I might improve my writing or tell me i'm wonderful. 3nodding heart
Too Late
Things left alone often wither those whom love often put up a blinder Is it to cliche to speak of death as an enemy that steals one so soon? Is it death that conquers all? Or is it one that says "Nothing could ever happen" so they live like that everyday? Is it silly to say that perhaps one that was fluffy with a tail is loved so much, once dead would bring a world of tears? Remember? Remember when he was sick and I said "Oh he's fine nothing could ever happen" but then two months later he's sick dying Too late to save, why did you wait?
And thats my poem! This didn't really happen to me, but It was a thought that occurred to me one night. I literally cried while writing this.
Lizzieshurtugal · Wed Feb 10, 2016 @ 03:24am · 0 Comments |