poemranker ::Its To Late by cabot

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Free verse № 131999

Its To Late

Member since 2005 · Posted 12 Oct 2005 · 0 comments

Every chance i get i mize well forget because in the end it wont matter my heart will soon shatter and even know you matter to me the most to you i'm just a ghost i'm invisable to you and i wish you just knew the way i feel about you but its to late my body is filled with hate because i missed my chance with you

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