I wonder,
How late… is too late?
All these tears, hate, and blame—
Accusations ran under my name.
There are two sides to the story
that need to be heard.
I bring no prayers, no taunt,
Only the shattered pieces
of my broken heart.
If this is goodbye,
I pray it’s a lie.
I hold my hands together,
Grasping to hope, real tight.
Oh well.
Oh, reality.
I guess… it is goodbye.
Arus' Poetry 