It's too late
It's too late
It's stifling, humid
My soul can't breathe
My heart can't beat
It's too late
The fog has taken over
My mind, my brains
While a frost is
Running through my veins
It's too late.
In my heart, a flood
A downpour of grief
Even a thought of happiness
Cannot bring me any relief.
It's too late.
It's over.
It's done.
I'm done.
I'm fine.
Reageer (1)
wow ik had nog niet gezien dat je dit gedicht had geschreven
7 jaar geledenecht mooit (: als je eens wilt praten
weet dat dat altijd kan