The night came
A day late
I told my calender
I wanted to date her

It was all
It was too

It was all too late
              To change

I told her I wanted the day
That lasts forever

The night came
           A day late
They say better late
                 Than never

But It was all
       It was too

It was all too late

I told my calender
I'm missing the days
I wanted more
Yet they kept slippin' away

I kept searching for the one that would stay

But my night came
           A day too late

Well
Romantic poetry that is
Because I write about detailed experiences
I’ve never truly experienced
But imagined in my head

Because I’m done submerging myself
In the utopia of a perfect love
Between two hopeful romantics
Finally coming together

Because I’m done
Falling in love with the idea of love
Before I even get the opportunity
To fall in love

Because I wanna stop wrapping myself
Isolating myself
By temporarily living in the fictional world
That lies between the words
Of pages of books
In the aisles of abandoned public libraries
Where true love conquers all
Where life’s responsibilities blur
Fading in the background
While romance is magnified
To an unreachable level
That I desire to reach

But my question remains

W h E  n    w  i L  L
M  y          t     i    M    e
C o    M    E
?