Too long, Too late, Too Bad
By Iris
An image pressed upon your mind Everything you wanted Everything you needed Lives in one person Caught in their eyes And the fragrance you love Taken by the humour In love with the mind Never once thinking That a flaw may exist Never losing sight of the person You want them to be One day you'll realize That you were so blind Naive, careless, stupid Too long, too late, too bad Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 11 2002 09:46 AM PST 0 • 1
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"An image pressed upon your mind..."