My Fate for Being too Late

8/30/06

I let her walk away

Silent room is now my fate

A late pennance fills my head

Tears schorch my flaming red face

I let her walk away

In summer it started our love for each other

We said it and meant it without a worry or care

Two young mortals making love in the summer air

I let her walk away

We gazed and stared and did not care

Our love was too great to worry about fate

But then a voice lead me astray

I let her walk away

He said you weren't happy

Shouted you could do better

Exclaimed a voice of reason that must have been right

I let her walk away

Her heart was broken

My lover's feelings were crushed

I made her cry and not want to live

I let her walk away

She would come back

Surely she would wait

I could call anytime and she wouldn't hesitate

I let her walk away

When I came calling she had a better plan

She moved on with life finding a much better man

Slowly I realized that she is now gone forever

I let her walk away

So I close my eyes, hoping to die

If death comes soon, it wouldn't be too soon

I would greet him with joy, I dream for him to employ

A death sentence on me, that would be pleasing, but he is only teasing

Because I am still alone in my room

But hopefully I'll close my eyes soon

My thoughts would cease

And I would be relieved

In my cold grave

I would stay there and lay

As the world would go on

I could relive that summer of glee

For the first time I was happy and free

That would please me

But presently this warm room is my fate

For being too late