At any other time,
It have been,
Too little,
Too late,
Too much,
Too rush,
As if he knew,
My heart,
Was skipping a beat,
For him not to,
Hear the words,
I blurted out,
By accident,
Little did I knew,
It could'y have been,
At other time,
I send all the signs,
I only needed,
Someone to be read.
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| Funny how these hands where made, For working yet sometimes they take on, More then I can handle. |
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