You found her.
A boy on a mission,
Yes- with your gun at the ready.
In a cruel twist of fate,
she smiles sadly,
"You're too late."
YOU ARE READING
Speaking to Lost Souls
PoetryA collection of thoughts and emotion. Forgive me. I have a poet's soul, but not a poet's pen.
Losing her
You found her.
A boy on a mission,
Yes- with your gun at the ready.
In a cruel twist of fate,
she smiles sadly,
"You're too late."
