Perhaps a moment too late
Across the room you drew my gaze
Yet there was something I could see
A touch of life, a touch of death
That hint of love, that hint of hate
That which I am addicted to
Plus madness and a thrilling chase
Yet it is not I who holds your gaze
Not I, who occupies your thoughts
No romance, Zero Love. Just Friends.
With a bitter sigh, I laughed
Held hands for a time
Knowing you would never be mine
Thinking I may have met you,
Perhaps a moment too late.
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