Too Late
Don't ask me to regret
That which I had no control over
My future spelled out m.i.s.t.a.k.e.
Only I read it as beautiful
Intoxicated by what shouldn't be
I am blinking
Catching glimpses of reality
In the midst of this confusion
I am breathing clearly
I am feeling deeply.
Don't ask me to regret
That which I had no control over
My future spelled out m.i.s.t.a.k.e.
Only I read it as beautiful
Intoxicated by what shouldn't be
I am blinking
Catching glimpses of reality
In the midst of this confusion
I am breathing clearly
I am feeling deeply.
posted by pomegranate queen at 3/15/2006
4 Comments:
you have such a beautiful, beautiful voice.
your poems are polished and precise and pointed and poignant. thank you!
rabfish--ditto. I love how they are succint and catch so much in the selected words.
thanks, it means a lot that you feel the words.
these lines in particular jumped out, over and over again:
My future spelled out m.i.s.t.a.k.e.
Only I read it as beautiful
(can't italize it in the comments).
wow.
your poems are like catching glimpses of reality!
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