It takes years
and a sea of tears
but know I know,
oh I'm so slow.
Senses sharpened by
tears that now are dry.
I can see you
for what is true.
No more lies
you I despise.
Too bad it's too late
to debate
such an issue.
My senes are keener
you're no meaner,
but it's too late
to state
and share,
this whole affair.
Too bad for us
and thus
I stay where I am
whilst you scam.
I keep quiet
while you spread disquiet
I'm sorry I'm to late to share.
What I now see as plain as day.
Author notes
Stephs title was:-sharpened senses too late to share.
So I just added my own twist on it. Hope she likes.
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Cheers. I know exactly what you mean, we always realise things when they're too late to share/deal with. Some nice choice of words here, strong and vivid.
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You're welcome. I'm glad it came across well I wanted to make it as strong as I could. It's a shame; but you know what they say hindsight's a perfect science.
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