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Too late...

The poem is about someone I ... like. She likes someone else, and someone else likes her... It pains schmee deeply to see them together... But it truely satisfies me to see her happy. Thus, I take the pain as if I were taking a bullet for her...

-Poem- Too Late...

You were righ there in front of me...

If only I payed more attention...

If only I were more... alert...

I could have figured you out...

But I have that opportunity no longer...

There's nothing else I can do...

Nothing I can do but wait...

Wait until we have the opportunity to be again...

In other words... I must wait until Never...

-Pile_Alkaline...