Sad truth.

November PAD Challenge Day 18- It’s too late poem.

Impromptu song/lyrics written regarding a long-term best-friend becoming "more" suddenly and the very high emotional risks the woman has taken to tell him about her feelings, which he had had years before but she didn’t… now she is feeling too late and he is maybe just playing mind-games. Part of an unfinished non-fictional book or collection of articles; this is simply one part of the protagonist’s feelings.

Sometimes it’s too late.

This was written about one of my closest friends at the time. When I read back on it I think, yeah, that’s true, even after all these years. Perhaps I should take the hint my 14 year old self is trying to give me…

A poem off of a prompt starting with one of these days and other things.

2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 20- What’s wrong poem.

Say what you need to say. As soon as possible. Before it’s too late. (My first short story ever)

If only I could turn back time.

A look at partings and farewells.