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