I tend to be late –
but so do you –
late in saying something
like I love you
We both take our time
to let emotions seep
through thought –
before realization,
for verification
We seem to be
inevitably late
at alternating times,
hardly ever meeting
in mind, in love
Too late…
– Niebla
Too true and for Sunday Scribblings’ Late.
Archive for December, 2008
Late
Posted in Despair, Life, Literature, Love, Poetry, Words on December 20, 2008 | 4 Comments »
