14 Years too late

14 Years too late

We only have what’s left of our hearts,

Let’s take em’ and fly to a distance galaxy  

We’ve built this mystery between friendships and lovers

With out knowing it’s repercussion when an us

was never suppose to happen

Word’s like “I love you” tentatively escapes into

spoken voices.

To hearts that are broken and bodies with out souls, given

to the highest bidder.

Do I hear 20 dollars, 20, 20, to the gentlemen with the red horns.

30, do I hear 30, going once, twice to the gentleman with the white robe

WAIT! But it’s too late; too many years between us

The sand in the hour glass has dissipated

Words that cant be translated

I can’t rewind time………….*****

14 years between us brings tears to my eyes

I arrived too late…………….. and I just found what I was missing.

When a touch has its own voice, laughter carries lyrical notes.

Time eludes us, but we don’t give a fuck, cause that one

last organism, is like magic! Poof! Fuck it’s already time to get up.

My eyes were open all along looking through that

pretty red rose stain glass

to this reality, allusion, with

this mystery comes a twist.

That I was 14 years, 5 month, 4 days and 11 hours to this day too…late…

Last poem; written about a women that I was too late, to save her soul, and too late to capture her heart.