She took her love
To her grave
He said
I love you too late.

She cried
Over him not caring
Instead of
Being in love and sharing.

Lovely love
A game wasted again with pain
This is a waste
Love lost again.

She cried
As she took her love
Over another dumb crush
Too far above.

He's sorry
For all he's never said.
He cared not enough
He only wanted her in bed.

She said no like a lady should,
She wasn't ready to commit.
And being a guy
He had a major fit.

She took her life
Lying on the bed
She slept in every night
He never knew what she said.

He wrote her a poem
She wrote him a song.
He said love goes far,
She said things were wrong.

He cried as
They lowered her in the ground.
He said she shouldn't be dead-
That this princess should wear a crown.

She left him the song
Lying on her forgotten bed.
He read what she wrote-
Too late, she's dead.

***Tell someone how you care, before it's too late for them to know the truth. Don't be the guy or girl who doesn't care enough to say what they mean and mean what they say. Take this poem to heart. You never know how long you have with someone before they are gone, just like a feather in the wind.***

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