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A poem called "Maybe"

Updated on October 22, 2013

Maybe it's to late to try

Or even to late to wonder why

Maybe it's to late to dance

Or maybe I'm just in a trance

Maybe I can only dream

Cause you washed away like a stream

Maybe I;m just under a spell

Or maybe my secrets I shouldn't tell

Maybe I'm lost in the night

Or maybe I just lost my sight

Maybe you could feel the same

Or maybe I have myself to blame

Maybe it's to late to cry

But I still can't help but wonder why

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Sometimes there is no real reason that we can fathom, and sometimes we are not told the Truth; again, sometimes it does not make good sense.

      You rhyme well and I like your flow. For such a nice poem and seemingly written about seven months ago, it seems strange that I am the first to respond. Chin up!

      Loving thoughts.

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