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It is too late to know what it could have been Like sand slipping through The gaps between your fingers Slowly running out Time doesn’t turn Actions pave the way Speaking louder than words Only thoughts are left What if? The unrealistic expectations That were never fully explored Create ridges of regret That cannot be filled It is too late Is it faith speaking Or purely the soothing words Wanted to be heard Acting as nothing But comfort In all confusion There is something to be said Something to be done And another perspective Waiting to be explored
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
Could have been?
It is too late to know what it could have been Like sand slipping through The gaps between your fingers Slowly running out Time doesn’t turn Actions pave the way Speaking louder than words Only thoughts are left What if? The unrealistic expectations That were never fully explored Create ridges of regret That cannot be filled It is too late Is it faith speaking Or purely the soothing words Wanted to be heard Acting as nothing But comfort In all confusion There is something to be said Something to be done And another perspective Waiting to be explored
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Poetroses
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
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