See how the sun set and so early in the day.
Love, I have seen you with a new face
How too much of you can spew to hate
How the hate puts on a masking tape
You know but you don’t know till it gets late
And your face resurface; all the hate is fake.
When you need the contact but you get space
Tears become the coming and parting grace
You cried so you hated but that’s fate
You cry when you lose and that phase
Brings you back to your last state:
Knowing that you loved but he is passed — late!