She put up with bully all her life
Just telling herself it will one day get better
She waited for that day to come
But to bad she had had enough
She was so young and loved
But She just didn't see it
Before anyone could tell her
It was to late
YOU ARE READING
To Late
PoetryOne of my first poems i wrote. If you like them tell me if i should do more and what about. :) or if i should do a long story. thanks for reading
