Its too late

Darling bandaids can´t fix broken hearts

but you come with a bandaid anyways

for it is I you can´t forget

and then you hand it to me

I remember you said

I´m sorry for everything I did

and I know theirs nothing I can do

but maybe this can fix it

Oh darling what was going through your head 

You can´t fix what you did 

for it was you who broke my heart to begin with

and now here you are trying to fix it?

how could I have been so careless 

why did I ever think you could actually be different 

but now I know it is true you are all the same

This poem is about: 
Our world

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