Maybe, maybe it's just too late.
Simply too late, to reach out.
If only time would turn back,
Just for me, just for you.
If perfection was there,
Would there still be an us?
If I didn't mess up,
Would you still love me?
If I didn't hurt you,
Would you still be here?
I wonder...
The stars are shining,
So brightly, if I would
Wish upon a star,
Would all these be right?
And now, all that I can do,
Is to wonder...
In a pensive mood today, so I wrote this. Is this counted as a song, or a poem? I seem to be writing more of these poem/song stuff, compared to my stories because these take up lesser time to write... Probably slightly angsty, though no blood or gore. Must be losing my touch. [Horrified at that thought]